Watching Marie Kondo together when Noah was asleep.
Seeing how much he loved playing hide and seek with the chocolate eggs.
Being together in Highbury Fields like we always used to be.
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A cheerful afternoon saying goodbye to the volunteers for Christmas.
Writing and making my memories present for Han for Christmas day.
A lovely email from Andrew, trying me the Comms team think my posters are great and want to use them elsewhere.
Spending an evening with Jen and Fiona.
Hearing about the thigh dildo.
Remembering great places and things in New Zealand.
Finding the dormouse under the tent and the burrowed tunnels it had made beneath us.
Trying to throw popcorn into Han’s mouth.
Driving around where I grew up, showing Han my favourite places.
I had enough energy to shop and do website stuff and wash up and clean the bathroom (some of it) and organise presents.
Looking through old photos of New Zealand and other things. I want to see more of the world again.
Having donations from strangers on the internet.
Croissants for breakfast. Memories of sitting together eating croissants from when I was a kid. And the way we eat them that no one else does.
TikTok.
Standing with dad at Botley station.
The garden centre.
Remembering things I didn’t realise I’d forgotten, chatting to Caroline in the van.
Sally, on Teams.
The smell of my old Parisian scarf, both before and after I washed it. It feels very homely and comforting.
Packing up 20 kits. It feels good to be able to make that sale.
British Scandal.
Ca-tree-dral.
Chatting to Jo.
Looking through my photos and finding some really good memories. Including the infamous Corinne vulva thighs one.
Ironing the calico and it smelt like unlit Marlborough lights purple that Laura and I used to smoke when we were teenagers.
Buying a new skincare product and desperately hoping to wake up tomorrow with no blackheads 🤣🤞
Starting weaving a new basket with the proper supplies and it’s so much quicker and so much better.
A photo from Sarah and the time we went to the Eden Project. Four years ago. The start of our friendship.
Watching Japanese wildlife programmes with Jonny and making our usual silly comments.
Letting myself nap. And then eat a scone with butter and jam.
Sunbathing on the doorstep. Next to the bins. But still, sun is sun. And we’re all a bit restricted right now.
Being out in the sun, remembering other hot sunny memories, feeling the soft air.
The ADORABLE elephant video. God they’re cute.
Stepping into the hot shower.
Leaping onto the train as the doors began to shut. Can’t believe I made it.
Getting my vulva cast in a lovely sunny studio.
Being in Brighton, walking along by the sea and remembering places I went with nan when I was a kid.
Being in a good mood at work! Goodbye Car Free Day, hello not being stressed!
Reliving Japan, one year ago today. The great coffees and the incredible savoury pancake thing.
Rich roast peanut butter.
Ming sending me this, the Sheela Na Gig.
Making it to Liv’s branding workshop for WEN. I felt useful. And I didn’t feel intimidated by Katee. Quite the opposite in fact.
The smell of cigarette smoke taking me back to holidays in France with my parents, falling in love with gay men and smoking in the toilets.
The beautiful river Wye in Ross. On Wye.
Steel drums in the park
The front cover of our old year book.
Making a baby blanket and listening to a podcast.
Crackers from my childhood. I forgot how delicious they are.
Grand Designs. We live Kev.
A free lunch from a colleague. And it was bloody delicious!
The smell of shampoo coming out of a neighbour’s house that reminded me of summer holidays.
I made semi-vegan cupcakes and they were actually really yummy.
A day of cooking all together. I made vulva mince pies. Obvs.
Pizza oven pizzas for Christmas Eve dinner. Sitting out by the fire with dad and Ben was lovely.
Reminiscing about nan at dinner. Her terrible driving, her sneaky cigarettes and her penis chats. And watching Ben laugh so hard about wing mirrors.
Remembering last night. Remembering I bought this Slow Jams CD from a homeless man whilst very drunk.
Finding jeans in a charity shop! (They later turned out to not actually fit amazingly well but still, it was an exciting moment)
Dinner at Jen’s. Delicious and feminist-y.
Canoeing up the canal towards the Lee Valley. The sun was out, it was really warm and it was all so bloody beautiful! I had such a lovely time!
Spending time with Will.
Talking about Noel’s House Party.
A sad day but reminiscing about funny Nan stories.
No Such Thing As A Fish on the train home. It was just such a funny episode. Shoelaces, brown diamonds and international listeners.
Watching Bake Off in the lounge with Bivan. Rather than sitting alone in my room all night. That was a blessing in disguise.
Dinner with Helen. Reminiscing, laughing and reliving.
Liking my hair. My face. Feeling good.
Getting a text from him. First.
Also, this wooden plant pot at work.
Lunch in the garden in the sun. Just like we always used to.
Going shopping for the Period Party. Dad rummaging in a basket of stamps to find a V stamp to use as entrance stamp. I love my dad.
A sunny walk around the river and going into the charity shop. Walking out with a sick new shirt. Thanks dad. 😘
Visiting the mosque next to my house for Neighbourhood Day. I’ve never been inside a mosque before but I’ve wanted to. It was so welcoming and so busy. And Jeremy Corbyn was there giving a lovely speech about community and mix of cultures in this area. It was a great event, I’m so glad I went. I even squeezed in a feminist chat.
The cute photo of me as a child, feeding a chicken.
Crocheting and colouring in whilst watching The Cider House Rules.
A day with the cousins.
The walk through the woods to the pub.
Discovering some facts about my childhood that I hadn’t realised. Like the fact that the reason we came back to the same house was because we owned it. Makes sense.
Brilliant Christmas Bake Off Good Eggs chats again. Bonas.
Walks with dad and finding the solar panels at the end of the village.
Driving around all the roads of my childhood as the sun set, singing loudly.
The smell of men’s shower gel bringing back memories of summer holidays in France.
Pub quiz. Drinks, lols, bullying Liam.
The 90s playlist questions. All brilliant. All gay.
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The photos from last night. So many lols. Such a fun evening.
Being back home in the countryside with my parents
‘Always!’
Three little things 