The beautiful blue sea.
The coastal walk.
Getting to know (and joke with) Andrea, Graham and Doreen. And feeling like an adult with them.
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Going through the New Forest on the train. I love that place.
Adam singing new lyrics in the van.
Big hugs from mum and dad.
My train ticket to POO.
My laundry and cleaning bottles arrived from Smol!
A walk to new areas of the borough.
Soup, like how mum used to make it.
Our beautiful tree pits on the street.
Mum telling me that another boater called out to ask after my cyst as they passed by.
Reading in the sun after work in the park.
Seeing my family again.
Playing with Freddie and he giggles and smiles and trusts me.
Bum bum bum bum bum bum TUMMY!
Sean arrived!
My parents got to see Fred finally.
Went to the office and spoke to people and saw exciting police things.
Buying a fan and putting it together.
Seeing my mum in the dungarees I made for her.
A nap under the blanket, by the window, with the sunlight peaking through the leaves.
Sewing mum’s dungarees. As a distraction but also I’m so happy she wants a pair!
Sunbathing in the park. Not technically allowed yet but reading in the sun for an hour was bliss.
Han sent round two cakes to cheer me up.
The sunlight and the daisies.
Getting an appointment for my trans vaginal scan today. So speedy! And they could see the cyst. All 7cm of it.
Mum wants a pair of my dungarees, not just for fancy dress.
Looking at my nine growing tomatoes. And telling the Remainers about them.
My big pile of sewn vulvas. I’m getting there.
Mum sending me a photo of vegan coffee cakes. I feel a bit bad about not wanting to go this weekend after that. She loves seeing us and she loves feeding her family.
Walking to work through the park in the morning sun. It cheered me up more than I thought it would.
Mum is fine! Thank god.
Watching a film by myself in the living room. Plus a couple of chocolate biscuits.
Mum’s blood test results are back. It’s pretty much certain that she doesn’t have ovarian cancer!
I might be in WOW twice! Vulva workshops are being considered!
Actual period blood. Please let this be the end of the hormone mayhem.
A night with Sarah. Lumiere and chips in a gay pub.
Ate lots of vegetables.
Had nice conversations with mum, Jen and Jo. Which pulled me out of my slump.
Having wonderful Naomi to explain my feelings to, and having her be so immediately understanding.
Photos of me and mum wearing my vulva t-shirts.
A beautiful, sunny walk with them.
Telling them all about Body of Women. A big moment and it went well. And then mum gave me a big hug again before bed and told me how proud of me she is and she was sorry for being rubbish when it all happened. It feels good to have told them.
Going to the V&A with Jonny and looking at all the amazing ceramics. And seeing the new entrance. So beautiful and peaceful. Well done London.
Baking some cookies. It was nice to bake. It always reminds me of mum. Plus they were delicious.
Watching TV all evening with Jonny. Especially the final Educating Yorkshire with Musharaf overcoming his stammer. I cried.
A little four person pub quiz team. It was nice.
Delicious pub pizza.
Mum listening to my whole story and not interrupting.
SnapChat on the coach with Peach.
Shit tits.
Dinner and drinks in Bristol wit
The clitoris animation.
Walking and talking to mum on my way to my haircut. I was in a really good mood.
Getting a different hairdresser. He didn’t miss bits like Maria does.
Spending the day with mum and dad. And getting my jars back.
Cream tea in the park.
Chatting boys with Lauren and Scarlett in the kitchen.
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.
I got some of my pottery back today. They look so good! I’m so proud of myself! Plus I got to see the kiln which was cool.
A phone chat with mum and then, later, a phone chat with dad.
Remembering when I made a cake for Steve’s birthday and accidentally wrote Happy birthday Seve! 🙈
Kicking through the leaves.
Petting some sheep.
Watching mum and dad jiving in the kitchen.
Exploring the huge country house that we’re staying in for the weekend. It has a WELL. INSIDE the house.
Seeing my family. Hugging mum.
Having a calm moment at the train station.
Listening to mums recording from last of Fairytale of New York.
A day with Jonny. Beautiful photography by Malick Sidibé (plus soundtrack) at Somerset House. Planning ice skating. Red wine in a quiet pub, then ramen.
Itchy bears on Planet Earth II. I laughed so hard.
Feminist art and tea with my cousin
Christmas food at Lidl.
Ed’s birthday. With his mum there until 3am, helping Oh Annie Oh play Drake on the decks. What a babe.
Mums talcum powder
Walking to the next village, singing loudly in the sun. I never get to sing out loud anymore.
Purple potatoes from Abel and Cole. They made the water turn blue.
A walk along the river.
Lighting a fire. Kind of badly it turns out. And smelling that fresh countryside air in the evening. I love it so much.
A raspberry pastas de natas.
A mum hug
There’s no such thing as a fish podcasts
Joking about condoms and waxing my bikini line with Matt.
Phoning mum as a distraction from packing for Latitude.
Lots of excited Latitude texts.
An odd but delicious dinner
Political chats with mum. ‘I want to cut Boris’s balls off!’
And the messages that I could send afterwards. Mum friends.
Peanut butter Magnum. Thanks for the idea mum
The beautiful sarong my mum sent me for my holiday next week.
The smell of summer
