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Putting up my exhibition of clean air posters made by kids. It looks so sweet! I’m really happy with it.

Itsu lunch. Because this week needs it.

Just being with Jonny in the flat, making silly jokes, sharing chocolate, watching him play Assassin’s Creed. We’ve definitely settled in now.

(Plus the beautiful vulva pin and being a photo of Han looking all pregnant and lovely)

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Another lunchtime lying in the park

A night at home, on my own, just pottering. Finally!

Everything coming together for Thursday – signs arriving, bike tags out, posters up. I’m almost there.

Getting home.

Buying all the healthy salad. Eating all the healthy salad.

Spending the evening with Stuart. I missed him.

We got the flat!

Texting Stuart. It’s more fun when he’s not at work.

Sarah and the aubergine photo. I laughed SO HARD.

Putting a deposit down on a flat. A nice flat!

An evening with Jonny, planning the new house.

Stuart telling me he misses me.


The dome on top of the Reichstag. 

Home sweet home. Hello vegetables.

Lots of texting. He’s very sweet.


Coming home. To this incredible birthday present from my housemates!

A bath and a face mask.

Alec drinking beer with my cake mum.

A morning to myself, in the nice hotel room on the huge bed. Then a lovely wander to the train station.

Getting confident and sure of myself. Knowing things. Doing them before they’re asked. Being organised. 

Home. Home home home. Sleep. 


The half a slice of cake with a cup of tea after lunch. That was nice.
Staying home. Rather than making myself go in. That was the right decision.

Booking a weekend away. This weekend. I need a break. 


Coming home to discover one of my sunflowers is now ENORMOUS!

Watching the slow mo video of us jumping into the pool again. And still laughing.

Doing some gardening. It felt good to be back out there, pulling up weeds and cutting the lawn.


Alpaca trek in the morning. So adorable. So soft. So sunny.

Coming home to a very short, old dog.

A massage with Joy. I almost fell asleep.


Being all together as a family, having lunch in the garden for the last time.

Watching Ben laugh so hard retelling the new Dad’s Army film that he cried.

Coming back to Lauren. And my garden smells. Someone who can commiserate with me and a nice place to sit before the week starts again. 

Driving through the countryside, down beautiful old lanes in the sunshine, singing as loud as I want.

Cuddles and secrets with my gorgeous little cousin.

Grapes and clotted cream. A dream mix.

When the sun came out in the garden

Being all together at Ben and Hannah’s

Hearing his band play

Seeing Shirley again. Seeing her smile.

The smell of the air back home. 

Seeing a new part of the next village that I’ve never seen before. Which is just nuts.


Neat packing. Of the van and the container. 

The event was fun. I like chatting to the women I work with. Even if the event didn’t get as much attention as it should have. 

Showing off my tattoo. He really liked it.

Coming home to my housemates. Shared cigarettes and wine and dinner. It’s nice when we’re all together.


Getting most of the things I need from a small radius around my house. 

The most amazing Boomerang with Bivan.

Live music and fun company. And head touching. That was really nice.


Walking round Wilkinson’s, getting excited by glittery toilet seats, fake stone foxes and soft towels.

Chucking away a carful of stuff. 

Spending the evening in the hot tub, with wine and then sitting by the fire. On my own and loving it.


My hands.

Lunch with Rose and James. A little quiz and a nice chat. It was a nice quiet, calm work day and I got loads done. I made an excellent to do list.

Coming home. Home home. Parent hugs. Familiar smells.


A work beer. It’s been a long week.

Rosemary fries. So many rosemary fries.

Coming home to see my housemate’s purple light shining from his window. Apparently he’s made a light system for his plants. Not weed. Just regular plants. I like my housemates.


A walk around the park, past the swans before work. 

Working from home in the afternoon. Sitting on the sofa next to Matt, helping Becky sew and just enjoying the house.

Colourful dinner. And a proper meal too. Well. Sort of. 

Pussy Portraits. A vagina book from my colleague. 

All the housemates, at the pub, for my birthday. Plus Muji birthday presents! 

The shower curtain is finally here! Joint effort putting it up. Really feeling the house right now.


Amazing ice patterns in beautiful, frosty Bristol. 

Getting home to my room and my space. A bit of organising, a bit of throwing away, a bit of rearranging. 

Clean white sheets and a white lampshade. 


The misty walk through the beautiful New Forest. Just being back there makes me feel calm and grounded. 

A three hour lunch at The Pig. So delicious. So beautiful. So fun. All the food and all the giggles with the Fems.

Wild ponies in the misty moors.

Double hot tub with prosecco. Second time around was naked hot tub.

The pub with some home friends.

Walking home through the misty, pitch black back roads. 

A hot chocolate before bed.

Oh, what a lovely lovely day.


Singing Sean-a Paul loudly and dancing around at home.

Making dinner for my parents and singing Massa Massaman (you know, like that macho man song) (I made Massaman curry).

Just being at home. Having some time to be in a nice house alone.


Joining the GAP team for lunch.

Leaving work for Christmas. YAS! I love Christmas, I love walking through sunset-y London, I love going home and I love being on holiday from work. Weeeee! 

Being at home, going to a big supermarket with my parents, talking about recycling and FairTrade things. 


New office. With big windows and sofas and beanbags and free tampons in the toilet.

New carpet.

Clean bed.

Slept in until 12. Oh, sweet sweet sleep.

Going in the hot tub, in the sunny garden with the birds tweeting. And the beautiful smelling air. Then having breakfast at lunch time at the bottom.of the garden.

Dinner at Ben and Hannah’s. Lolz and the amazing shed. I love going to see them.


Mums talcum powder

Walking to the next village, singing loudly in the sun. I never get to sing out loud anymore.

Purple potatoes from Abel and Cole. They made the water turn blue.

A walk along the river.

Lighting a fire. Kind of badly it turns out. And smelling that fresh countryside air in the evening. I love it so much.


A raspberry pastas de natas.

A mum hug

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