Cuddling up into the bean bags in the corner of the hall and closing my eyes.
Playing with the dog at the hairdresser’s.
The message from Han about my book and talking to Fred about bodies. I just can’t. ðŸ˜
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Laughter filled chats at the hairdressers. And still not paying for any haircuts.
A quick video chat with Jen and Fiona.
Hearing my colleagues say lovely things about how competent I am.
Picking up three new library books without having to search for any good ones.
Going out round the park scavenging for sticks for the lanterns.
Having my hair washed twice at the hairdresser’s.
Got to see my coil in my uterus.
Getting to walk around the park twice for work. And it was so sunny!
The stupid toilet seat at the hairdresser’s
An evening alone in the flat, singing and dancing whilst making dinner and not wearing underwear.
Cuddles with Nina at the hairdresser’s.
Bought myself a fancy sandwich from Paul’s.
Jonny made me dinner and we had a lovely silly conversation.
The bluuuue sky and bright pink blossom.
Two walks in the park, amongst the autumn leaves
Seeing my plastic free menstrual product sticker up on the toilet doors. I love seeing them.
The hairdresser’s. The ASMR of the scissors, the woman next to me who told me how much she loved my haircut and wants the same, having an hour where I just sat. No book, no phone, no screen. Just sitting.
AND finding my new favourite tea in the Japanese shop near my house.
The head message at the hairdressers.
The free apple tea at the hairdressers.
Dancing to ‘Fancy’ in the kitchen with my housemates.
Three little things 