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Napkin origami

Vulva socks

Changing Freddie’s nappy

Getting my period

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The woman who came back into work asking for our old coffee grinds. Yes! It’s working! Recycling is happening.
Finding an event making origami vaginas and drinking copious amounts of tea. By a group called the Clitectives. In a place called the Clit Cave.
There is a hot cross bun left over at work. That means we get to eat it tomorrow.

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My brother found his old glue gun. So I can borrow that and not pay a penny!

The origami workshop. In a wigwam. On top of a building in central London. With hot cider.

PLUS a firepit that has made me smell deliciously smokey. I might not wash for a few days to hold on to this smell for longer…