Meeting Cordelia and hearing all about how the workshops work. And the period burlesque.
Second date. He’s funny.
Kissing. Lots of kissing.
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Egg custard tart in the Portuguese cafe
An evening with Sadia.
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I went to the gym. FINALLY.
A parcel from my aunt containing a book about women and the environment. That’s two of my favourite things.
A kiss.
Getting a silly photo of my boyfriend blowing me a kiss.
Some time alone.
Sewing. More sewing.
Sitting in the sun down at the seafront and just hanging out together.
Going on the bush walk in Te Papa, hugging some super old rocks and knowing that mum and dad did this when they were here.
Getting a text from a mate saying her date went well last night. Drinks, giggles and a sneaky kiss under the stars.
Hearing crowds cheering in a song and having a sudden feeling that humans are actually pretty great and that together we can be really powerful and do good things. And other slightly hippy feelings.
Meeting my boyfriend for a quick lunchtime kiss and an ice cream in the sun.
Skyping two of my best friends at home. Catching up and getting advice.
A walk in the sun without wearing my big thick winter coat.
Finding another local shop that sells organic food. Including a new soup I haven’t tried before.
Kisses
Meeting up with my wonderful cousin
Driving through a part of London I’ve never been through before
Getting to see my boyfriend again before he went out, when I didn’t think I was going to. An extra hug and kiss to make me smile.
