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Remembering when Jonny and I were Mr and Mrs Bones. We made great incredible skeletons.

A goodbye dinner with Hol. Such a lovely evening. I’m really going to miss her. But she said some lovely things this evening that made me feel so good. I really feel like I can do this. I can achieve these things and I make this work. I have the skills. I just need to do it.

The food at Som Saa. Oh my god, so delicious. When that fish came out I almost died. 

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Aww it was my last day at work and it was so lovely. The big Bring and Share lunch in the garden, the Rinkoff pastries, Andy showing up with donuts, Charlie bringing me flowers, the presents and card and money, the drinks in the pub, laughing with Rochelle and Andy, the deep throat story, people turning up that I didn’t think would come, getting a hug from Andy. Everything was lovely. I’ll really miss them.

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Alec: ‘We’re going to get sooooo fucked up’
When you leave a job, everyone says nice things to you about how good are. And you can tell Directors where you think the project went wrong. And you can leave early and not care.
Nipple problems at work. But I looked damn fine today.