Same day smear test.
Accidentally walking the right way home, taking me past the final tube that I would otherwise have missed.
Getting a good response from my family about the BLM information I gave to them
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The cute doctor.
Port Salut (I’m sure it helps with ovarian cysts right?)
The Fems chat.
Sewing scrubs.
Dear Joan and Jericha on my walk.
Picking extra wild flowers to go with our daffodils from Jo.
Grassy shadows.
Accidentally did a super loud fart. Luckily Jonny had just gone out.
Sewing. Making little bibs for Fred and Martha. And picking up some scrubs to sew tomorrow for the NHS.
A walk along the canal. For work. Obvs.
A quick fix from the neurologist.
Vegan sausages and an early bedtime. I’m glad I bailed. I needed this time alone.
Super fast efficient NHS. Less than 24 hours later and I’m having my head mole blasted with liquid nitrogen.
Another lunch park day.
Cute photos of baby Han and her cool dad.
Potato day.
My card for Jen. Not at all creepy.
Ian, the world’s best nurse.
Three little things 