Rain. It finally rained. It sounded and smelled so good.
Finding the drawing of the penis in the leaflets. Teenagers are weird.
Leftover korma for lunch. Why is it so delicious?
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Visiting Lewes with Jo. It’s so bloody beautiful!
The views of the south downs between the buildings.
The Scandinavian style houses along the river.
The tree penis.
And Jo making me feel like I can actually do the creative thing.
Lying in the sun in Sean’s garden, reading and listening to the bees buzz.
Ringing Jo on the way home to vent and giggle.
The wrinkly dog penis.
Dinosaur dick.
Homemade daal.
Mint chocolate and Next in Fashion.
The sky on the way to work. Hello clear sky.
My ring that I made has arrived! So shiny.
The penis apple.
Anti-baby shower chats with Victoria, general pointless chats with Adam.
Going up on the roof on a sunny day to get the monitor down.
Telling the Good Eggs about my penis snake, strangling dream.
I smelt that M&S Christmas potpourri smell. God I love that smell.
Walking to and from work with a big smile on my face because it’s just such a lovely job.
Jonny’s vulva. And an evening of genitalia lino printing.
First day at my new freelancing job. Making time capsules with recycling materials. FUN! Basically being paid to chat to kids, cut up paper and occasionally pick up bits of cardboard.
Probably got paid more today than I’ve ever been paid in one day before.
Jonny’s giant sharpie penis.
Taking a different route through the park on the way home. More water, more ducks, more deer. More happiness.
Discovering Barnet has a penis.
Another night of beer, all the Turkish food and ping pong with Jonny.
The penis ballerina
Pancakes. A day too soon but still delicious.
‘Why were you on your knees, Michael?’
A friend telling me how much she values my friendship.
Going to a mince pie and mulled wine party, walking in the door and it smelling like Christmas.
Talking about puppetry of the penis.
Dinner with friends.
The beauty of city lights.
A silly joke: A parsnip, a pickle and a penis were talking about their awful lives. The parsnip said ‘my life sucks, when I get big and fat they cut me up and cook me’. The pickle said ‘when I get big and fat they cover me in vinegar & throw me in a jar.’ The penis said ‘when I get big and fat they pull a plastic bag over my head, stick me in a dark, damp room and bang my head against the wall till I throw up and pass out! ‘
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