Filming the vulva documentary in Deptford.
Just being back in Deptford. It felt quite special.
Talking to the Italians about the infamous panzerotto I ate in Milan and buying one of theirs.
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After work drinks. I thought it might be shit but actually it was lovely. Chatted to Roger and Melissa and didn’t drink anything at all.
Fancy dinner to celebrate the wedding. Delicious delicious food. Totally worth not being vegan for.
The muscavado tart. Oh my god. So light.
Learning Italian. Or trying at least. I can’t roll my R’s.
Going for drinks after work.
‘Cheers!’ ‘It’s so romantic!’
Making a bit of cash from Ryan’s old oyster card because he’s too lazy to take them to the station.
Learning rude Italian.
Veep.
Three little things 