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The chihuahua with the tiny head and big lab body. And friends that send silly photos to cheer me up.

Having lunch on my own. Eating my bento lunchbox, wearing my silver top and reading.

Cooking and baking. Banana pancakes, oaty banana biscuits and broccoli cakes.

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My outfit. I fucking love this white t-shirt. I felt masculine and sexy and semi professional but in a very me way.

Dinner with Jo. Seeing her flat in sunlight. Catching up with no expectation to stay that long.

Grapefruit and watermelon.

The light on my pillow. It’s nice to see the sun again after these terrible dreary wet date.

Discovering Lemonade is on Spotify. Yeah, I know I’m about three years behind on the news.

Wearing my new white t-shirt from the charity shop. I don’t know what it is about it but I feel so good in it. It feels like the perfect white t-shirt.


Getting what I asked for in Slovenia.

Spending the day not doing all that much, in comfy clothes.

Got my new-to-me denim jacket. Finally managed to go pick it up. I love it.

My outfit today. Those bloody dungarees again and some stripey red socks. Total winner.
Walking along in the sun with good music, doing some chores and feeling happy and beautiful and strong.
Walking home from Jo’s (after Eurovision which I didn’t realise I loved!) and it being kind of warm and quiet and peaceful.

Wearing my new dungarees to work. I love wearing them!

First lying on my back lunch in the park of the year.

Chatting crap dating profiles with my old friends.

My chest cracking doing the wheel in yoga

My outfit. The mustard trousers, peak of white shirt, black jumper and denim jacket.

Emailing Stuart.

Lion King soundtrack. Twice.

Smashing out the dungarees again.

Booked our final Japanese accommodation – hello pod life.

Wearing my dungarees

Free Kindle Fire

Voice messages with Corinne

Adam being back at work.

Spending the day booking Japan accommodation.

A Cos dress in a charity shop for £15.

I spoke on the panel for Vagina Day at the Feminist Library. It was fun!

Doing my vulva making workshop afterwards and getting to chat to some really interesting women, and a 9 year old girl.

Wearing a dress and trainers and no legggings.


Wearing my new DMs out and about. I love this look.

The family deciding that, despite us all agreeing to split the money if we won, that I should get the £20 from the Christmas scratch card. 

Yay, Stuart agreed to go on holiday. And soon! Hello cute cottage with a fireplace.

Cracking on with a job application no problems. I can do it when I want to.

Boy chat with Lauren after she came back from her holiday. 

New dresses. A classic shapeless denim one and a sparkly black one that makes me feel slinky. Thanks charity shop!


Walking around Soho with Jonny, planning what we’ll do and where we’ll live when we’re rich.

Wearing my new charity shop shirt.

Jonny saying he would move in with me. Yay, he’s not planning on leaving!


A lovely walk in Epping Forest with Jonny

Remembering the Malteasers incidence in NZ outside the place with all the mosaics.

New (to me) stretchy trousers. *SO* STRETCHY AND COMFY.


The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.

The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas. 

Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous. 


Sharing my vagina pot news in the team meeting. Getting a high five.

Singing ‘The Greatest’ walking home. 

Feeling good in Serious Adult dress.


Fishy walls. Crusty curtains. Actual big lol in the street.

Shopping with Jonny.

Got me a new coat.

​All the new clothes through the post.

Funny conversations with the housemates about Torture Garden, piss water fights and Glass Bottom Boats.

Wearing my new vagina T-shirt to work. Loving that look.

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Alec: ‘We’re going to get sooooo fucked up’
When you leave a job, everyone says nice things to you about how good are. And you can tell Directors where you think the project went wrong. And you can leave early and not care.
Nipple problems at work. But I looked damn fine today.

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Finally getting a lunch break and being able to go outside in the sun and be away from everyone and everything.
A warm evening, walking through Shoreditch.
Dressing up. It feels good to feel good.

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An afternoon of sewing in the sun
Homemade ice tea
Accidental Indian dinner out. All the food.

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The dream team. Me, Froggy and Rochelle setting up the hub. They make me laugh so much. Andy with his drill and Rochelle’s slippers. The place looks amazing, I’m so proud of myself.
Uniqlo date night with Jonny. It was SO. GOOD. That is the best Uniqlo ever and I spent £100 and I don’t even care.
Icco pizza. Oh god I could eat a hundred in one go. I wish it never ended.

Basically just such a great day. So positive. So buzzed. I’m actually doing this.

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Speaking a bit of French to the French man at work.
‘La, la la la la la la, tea… no thanks I’ll have a beer’
Shoe shopping.

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My Hiut jeans arrived, FINALLY! It’s been a few months of waiting but they are here and they fit and I feel good.
Feeling the blood and the energy rushing around my body at yoga.
Having a chat with Ryan. I haven’t spoken to him much before. He’s really lovely.

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Big brunch together
Mixing friends
Swishing

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New bamboo t-shirts from Rapanui. And they came with a cute note, some sweets and packaged up in a biodegradable bag. Such a wonderful company.
The Great British Sewing Bee. I love this programme.
Playing on the Wii.

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Getting to try my new coat (which is slightly waterproof) on a cold and rainy morning. Perfect timing, coat.
Big bits of brownie edges too nibble on at work.
A big group of people came into the deli for food and the three of us immediately started working perfectly together to get everything done. After a quiet, quite stressful morning it was good to all be on the same team again. Plus it was exciting to serve a big group.

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The new Good Magazine
Someone telling me they liked my dress
Catching sight of my new haircut in the mirror and thinking ‘yeah, I like that’

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My boyfriend bringing me toast and painkillers to ease my hangover as I lay pathetically sprawled on the sofa trying to work

And then buying biscuits, ice cream (twice) and French cakes

Wearing a nice outfit out in the evening and feeling really happy in it