Having an accidental night in and cooking food and sewing lots of vulvas.
Looooads of volunteers today, in the beautiful sunny weather.
Chris and Gary. Always my favourite two.
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Freshly baked bread and real butter stolen from someone else in the fridge.
Incontinence at the bakery.
Canceling the date and coming home to comfy trousers, podcasts and sewing.
Lovely messages from people who can see through her bullshit and think I’m doing a good thing.
Getting home early and being able to do those things I haven’t had time to do.
A night to myself. Home cooked food. Reading. Early night.
Getting loads of vulva stuff done. The ‘This is your’ series and all the contract details for feminist societies. It feels really great to be getting some of this stuff done.
Next in Fashion, flat to myself, ironing.
A pain au raisin from Adam.
Naked male feet, enjoying the sun at lunch time. Not something I’d usually enjoy but it made me happy to see toes enjoying the warmth towards the end of September.
Feeling calm about Sunday. Walking around in the sun, putting up posters slowly and not feeling stressed.
An evening on the sofa with a book, apple and peanut butter and a teapot of green tea.
Talking to Andrew about vulvas, penises, willies and dicks.
Deciding to come home and relax rather than go to the talk.
Being helpful to Andrew when Claudia was being a complete dickhead. It felt good to be needed and to be able to help.
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.
Finding my lost sock up my sleeve
A great film about intersex people that I would never have watched
A quiet evening in. Home made food, RuPaul and an early night
Going for lunch on my own at Romeo’s. Reading in the dark corner.
GIS-ing like a pro.
A night on the sofa, in my comfies, all the candles lit, Christmas lights on, hot water bottle and The Santa Clause. Exactly what I wanted.
Walking down New River Walk. So beautiful.
We spotted some turtles sunbathing in the river.
Doing a puzzle together in the evening.
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Going out in the glorious sun to measure pollution levels in adventure playgrounds. Which obviously included going on a zipwire and climbing up some huge wooden climbing frames.
More park sunbathing at lunchtime. Will this ever not make me happy?
Sacking off my evening plans and coming home to wash and wax and sit in my PJs on my own. Total bliss. Plus a background of Liam Gallagher live.
Lunch in the park, reading a great book.
The cardboard VR headset game about pollution. I liked watching Libby turn around and around in her seat.
A night on my own, at my house. Tax return (hello £900 rebate!), replying to emails, picking up pills, making reusable face pads, salads ready for lunch and a face mask. It felt so so good to just get things done and be at home.
Being out and about in the van and the sun, not the office.
Brew Crew. Being paid to have a coffee and a chat. That was nice.
A hot water bottle, a bowl of fruit and Love.
A nice morning together, good sex and a lovely breakfast together at the local cafe. With hash browns.
The brilliant exhibition at Camden Arts Centre. I just love it. It felt so calm.
Takeaway and TV.
Making this print of my favourite quote. I’m going to get it printed and framed when I have money.
The excitement of going to see a flat. Even if it didn’t turn out as we’d hoped.
An evening of chats, biscuits, embroidery and Sarah Millican with Jo.
Waking up with him. Making dumb jokes about baby Sophie. Remembering what he said about my eyes.
Making jokes with the pharmacy ladies.
A night in with Matt and Bivan, watching two films, eating two pizzas and discussing the queuing systems at the local shops. (Shit photo, great night)
Yak and Yeti takeaway and RuPaul in bed.
All the foxes on the way home. One was like ‘yeah, and what’. So ballsy.
Perving on hot men trying on great suits in M&S
Coming home to see that Jonny had left my room looking immaculate. Minimalist mates forever.
Getting the budget. Or a bit of it at least.
Facemasks and vulvas.
A night in with the flatmates. Wine, Akon, pizza and pasta plus sparklers.
An hours walk in the sun in the middle of the day.
A few moments out in the office garden, away from the screens and amongst the plants.
Mum and dad.
The Alexander Calder exhibition at the Tate. So so amazing. I could have looked at those sculptures all day.
A night in with Corinne, Vietnamese food, beer and comfy clothes.
A night in with my flatmates. Pizza, beer, card games and stupid videos.
Discovering bitmojis.
And RuPauls keyboard.
My new jumper. It’s not itchy, it’s not saggy, it’s the perfect color and it only cost $8 from the charity shop.
Remembering something slightly embarrassing that I said when I was a bit drunk the other night. Woops!
Spending some time alone in our room doing a hair mask, having a hot shower whilst listening to music and then putting on warm comfy clothes and feeling clean and relaxed. Perfect for a dark, rainy evening.
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