The line about killing Ian Duncan Smith in All Of Us.
A strange thrill of being in London in the day the queen dies.
Walking across Waterloo bridge.
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Show and tell at the monthly walk. It was another lovely walk.
High Steaks – she mentioned me and I’m on the back of her leaflet which is bonkers!
Spending time with Rosie
The colour of the walls in the Beardsley exhibition at the Tate. That dark turquoise.
An accidental boyfriend/girlfriend chat. And a whole day together.
A weird but good play about canabalism in the Vaults at Waterloo. Lots of ketchup. I loved the atmosphere down there too.
I keep writing turd not turf. And it makes me laugh. A lot.
A woman made a play that mentions me. So I went to go see it. And it was good!
Garlic shots, churrus and drinks with Jana and Charlie.
Have I Told You I’m Writing A Play About My Vagina.
The women coming up to talk to me afterwards.
The period box in the toilets. 😍
Lots of texts. Lots and lots of texts about good things.
Getting to work from home for most of the day i.e. not really working but masturbating.
Making biscuits. And pear puree.
Dressed. The most incredible play. I sobbed afterwards but it was amazing.
Listening to my podcast.
The squirrel that was right beside me as I walked through the estate.
Having mum and dad in London, walking along the canal in the sun and lunch on a canal boat cafe.
The Paper Man. Such an amazing play that I just wasn’t expecting.
And dad telling me they’d watched 100 Vaginas
Walking from work down to Leicester Square, listening to happy music and feeling really happy about everything.
The play with Diarmuid. It was surprisingly good!
Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
My last sachet of Japanese roasted green tea.
Learning new things at work and being excited about new projects.
Model Behaviour. Funny play in a cool theatre.
Leaving work early.
Group chat about menstrual chunks and goddess rituals. Great in spag bol.
The play. Rejoicing at her wondrous vulva the young woman applauded herself. So good. So emotional in a way I didn’t expect. But really good. I love seeing feminist things. It makes me feel stronger.
Yerma. With Jonny. What an incredible play.
Having a drink afterwards. Needed to decompress after that. Also it’s nice to chat to him.
Searching all the mackerel in Sainsbury’s. Getting the giggles.
Blue skies. Beautiful blue skies.
Three Generations of Women, the feminist play at Greenwich Theatre.
The beautiful carved tile adverts in the theatre. So so lovely and so much better than paper posters.
A really fun and fast day at work with lots to do and no tired feet.
The F Word. A show at Bats Theatre about sexism that was Ah.Maze.Ing. Funny and clever and just brilliant. I’m still buzzing from it.
Roughly planning our trip around New Zealand in January. It suddenly feels a lot more real and exciting. Plus I’m feeling less worried about the money side of it all.
These speakers that looked surprised to see us
The amazing chocolate/biscuit/meringue/nut cake
One Gentleman and Two Guvnors. Such an amazing play. I laughed so much. Just brilliant.
This sign outside a cafe near work
A slightly guilty trip into the charity shops on my lunch break. But £6 on a work top and a lovely salt shaker isn’t going to set the savings back too much
Going to see Hemingway’s Fiesta (the sun also rises). A brilliant, brilliant play at Trafalgar Studios.
The melt in the middle chocolate thing. Need I say more.
Going to the other side of the station for the first time even though we’ve lived here for over a year.
The amazing, incredible reading of the play You, Me and the Silence by Judy Adong at the Old Vic. Moving, funny and just brilliant.
Three little things 