Litter picking with Jen and Fiona.
The choir practising singing on the viewing platform. It was so magical.
Making matching jumpers for me and Fred.
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Litter picking in the sun.
Making a really delicious daal.
Having lots of nice story responses that say I’m the reason they like their vulva.
Being surprised by the beautiful beach near Blackpool. It actually reminded me of being in Australia. And missing it.
Wandering along it, litter picking in the sun.
Walking from the beach to the pub with Gust and Rose.
Went litter picking, found an unknown animal jaw.
I officially like Finsbury Park.
Clean, white bed.
Three little things 