Kissing her thigh after her shower.
Lying in the sun on my bed, reading.
Walking to Tesco listening to afrobeat, swaying my hips in time.
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A day with Date Hannah. And some kissing.
My birthday flowers are still looking beautiful.
Singing to Christmas carols. Again. No crying this time.
A delicious big dhosa for lunch with Soph.
Little cakes, soft drinks and kisses in the pub with Tash.
Making Liv laugh.
Tash.
The Duke.
The most beautiful dog in the world.
Packing away the toys for the weekend. Such a nice little job.
A really fun first date with Dave. With cocktails!
Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
Kissing in the park.
Watching a LOT of Below Deck.
I slept in until 11.15.
Jonny filling the kettle for my nightly hot water bottle.
Honour the ballsack.
Kissing under the umbrella.
Kissing on the corner.
The cute wine bar that I didn’t know existed.
Talking about poo with Tash.
Being in central London with Jo.
Paperchase. The big one.
A date at Tash’s house. Grand Designs and food and first kisses.
Waking up with him.
Spending the day together. Holding hands, talking, kissing.
Casting my boob with Sarah. And getting to tell her all about Sean.
Kissing Sean in the basement of the Tate at the Tate late.
Our first sleepover.
Voice notes from Rosie about outrageous pottery decisions.
Singing a feminist march song at choir.
Third date with Sean. More kissing. Lots more kissing.
The painting of a vulva done by a 13 year old, after she’d seen my Instagram.
I saw James again.
Meeting the Gynae Geek and being on her Instagram.
My period started. Way early. And pretty timely, coming home from. Period event.
A happy turnip
Taking the packing peanuts to the school next door
Buying heaps of fabric. Again.
Third date. A boring talk, lots of kissing and a sleepover.
Walking from work down to Leicester Square, listening to happy music and feeling really happy about everything.
The play with Diarmuid. It was surprisingly good!
Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
The fun team’s work Christmas party. Table football, rude charades and some shots.
Kissing Stella. Total babe.
Delicious pizza
A morning out the office putting up signs and pollution monitors.
Second date. Lots of poo stories. Ideal.
Kissing. And being sober enough to remember the kissing.
(Beautiful illustration by Emilie Beckher)
This beautiful tree near my house
Seeing my name graffitied on a bin. It was just so bizarre. It’s not a name you usually see anywhere.
Kissing
A delicious iced coffee that someone else paid for and I drank during a work meeting.
Kissing Stuart.
Blood blood bloody blood.
Meeting Cordelia and hearing all about how the workshops work. And the period burlesque.
Second date. He’s funny.
Kissing. Lots of kissing.
Going lambing! I was so excited. And by far the oldest child with their parents on the farm.
The smell of my haircut.
Wine, wine, olives, wine, kissing.
Singing and driving the van. By myself.
The event looked good. And I chatted to Emma about crocheting vulvas for the Period Party. She’s cool.
Kissing.
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.
The doppelganger of one of my best friends at home came into work again today. And took a selfie with me! Amazing. Couldn’t stop smiling for ages.
Kissing.
A big flat meal with two roast chickens and deliciously crispy roast potatoes.
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
Three little things 