Morning cuddles. A massage. Pastries. Beans on toast. Perfectly timed journeys. Epping Forest. Passing each other on a log. A Yorkie. Old trees. TikTok filters. A pub quiz. Pizza. Playing pool. Badly.
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A massage with Joy that felt like it might actually be helpful.
Last minute invite to the Bob Marley musical.
Dinner with the Dowes.
A beautiful CowShed massage for only £15. And she used an oil that smells like Christmas!
Doing yoga in the morning.
Tiny new leaves on my plant.
A massage to sort my neck out.
Seeing Jana’s bump and having a little touch of it.
A cardamom bun and decaf flat white for breakfast.
The whomp whomp of the man in the wellies on the parkland walk.
Being up early and going out for a walk as it lightly snowed.
Uncontrollable giggling from the ticklish massage from Sean.
Oral.
Big Jo.
And a massage.
Wearing dad’s jumper.
Neal’s Yard massage.
Carrot cake, tea and vulva sewing with podcasts on in the background.
It’s my birthday!
Volunteering with Bloody Good Period. Sticking stickers and being helpful.
Beautiful skies.
A lovely massage.
Still singing all the songs from & Juliet.
He remembered to text me.
Delicious ramen with Jana.
Brie. It’s Christmas afterall.
A back massage from Lib whilst discussing last night’s antics.
New mug. And she looks perfect.
A massage.
And the walk there, along the old railway track. A route I haven’t felt able to walk in a while. So that was nice.
A morning message from James asking how I am. That was really appreciated.
A short self love yoga with lots of massaging of shoulders and feet. Plus some freestyle yoga afterwards.
Animals.
Wandering around Old Town in the not so hot heat.
The scrub and bubble massage at the sulphur baths.
Face masks and funny animal videos instead of going out
The long awaited canals meeting is over! A big smile of relief to tick that one off.
Delicious bread with olives in. I love olive bread.
A massage with Joy
A long massage
The totally bonkers hamam experience with Soph
Delicious lunch post-hamam
Watching a casual bit of Planet Earth whilst waiting for my laptop to get fixed in the IT room at work.
Going to the library. Still love it.
A mini massage from Jo.
Trying the tiny community cafe in the church. And sticking around when I realised I would have to talk to people. It was something different.
Getting a room of senior men in a meeting to realise I knew what I was talking about with one sentence. Suddenly they started looking at and talking to me, rather than just Andrew. That’s always a good feeling.
A massage for my neck. Minimal talking and some good advice for stretching my muscles.
Sprout, my teeny, tiny niece or nephew. 😍
A massage with Joy.
Picking up a flower on the way to work and having it, bright and happy, on my desk all day.
The smell of the autumn leaves.
I sewed a bib for my friends new baby. I haven’t sewn in a while so that was really nice.
A massage from Joy.
And watching Blue Planet II with the housemates.
Alpaca trek in the morning. So adorable. So soft. So sunny.
Coming home to a very short, old dog.
A massage with Joy. I almost fell asleep.
The sky this evening. It looked like it didn’t belong in London.
My massage. Sorting out my shoulder and being clicked every which way.
Leaving work early. Even though I started late. I wanted to be in the sun and sit in my garden and read my book. So I did.
Body of Women. I’m so excited to be talking about it again.
It seems fairly likely that my job will extend.
Bed time yoga and a foot massage.
A massage, facial and head massage. Whilst the snow storm raged outside.
Discovering I had a massage at the same time as mum. Random.
Hearing a hat and headphones.
Vaginaments. I need these.
My first Thai massage. So crack-y.
The loud cat that snuck in and gave me the vicious meow. And the following WhatsApps.
Sarah Millicon on QI
Face swap on SnapChat
A massage on my head
Chatting to the homeless man I used to walk past everyday. He remembered me and even asked about my new job.
A head massage, a glass of wine and a haircut.
Dinner with Becky’s posh friend.
A head massage and a back massage. And a beer.
Ice skating.
Andrew.
Driving the big van at work.
A head massage and a good haircut.
Being back in Hannah’s bed with her comfy pillows.
Massage
Half cooked chocolate thing from Planet Organic
Nice Irish people at the party
Blue skies in Brighton with the Beatles playing.
A massage from Sue.
Giggling and gossiping with mum on the phone on the way home.
My period started! Only 23 days late. No big deal or anything. It’s not like I’ve had PMT for three weeks…
A massage from my boyfriend
Heating up ginger biscuits
Three little things 