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Spending the day with Naomi, chatting about all things feminist, life and work.

The Rachael Whiteread exhibition at Tate Britain. And talking it through with Naomi as we walked round. I never do that.

A few hours with Jonny in the evening but not drinking. Then going to bed at 10.

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Going to the White Cube. That place is so damn shiny and​ reflective. I love it. Also the room with all the semi reflective glass rooms – so good!

Going for a walk through the little park and sitting by the pond for a while, watching the slow tadpole prosession. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of smells of the plants into my lungs. And there was a nice man who stopped too see if I was okay.

Coming back and doing some gardening. To think I almost stayed in bed. It turned out to be a really lovely afternoon.

Oh and then Matt and I watched a brilliant volcano documentary with a hilarious voiceover. Plus ice cream. 


This funny tweet.

Walking around London with Jo. Plus a new Laos restaurant (with incredible rice) and a gallery.

The blue of the sky as I walked home, with the clouds super illuminated. There must have been a full moon.


Moules frites by Stomae. Thanks Gust for sharing this song with me. #obsessed

JONNY IS HOME!

National Portrait Gallery, drinks and Vietnamese dinner with Jonny. Oh I love him. I’ve missed him. He’s my everything.

Listening to mums recording from last of Fairytale of New York.
A day with Jonny. Beautiful photography by Malick Sidibé (plus soundtrack) at Somerset House. Planning ice skating. Red wine in a quiet pub, then ramen. 
Itchy bears on Planet Earth II. I laughed so hard.


Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.

Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.

Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night. 

The White Cube gallery in Bermondsey. God that gallery is beautiful.

Plus the art work was really cool.

Walking along the river with Jonny. All the way from Greenwich to London Bridge.