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Going to the Galentine’s day brunch, when I didn’t really want to. But it took me out of myself which was great. Also got to hang with Buster, this big, beautiful dog.

Discovering new music by women, singing about feminism and getting oral sex and it made me feel so much stronger and happier.

Our quiet flat back to me and Jonny for the night. Homemade pizza and silly TV.

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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.