Jeanie showed me her belly and was much more relaxed with me.
The poem on the Patchwork email.
A different shape of pasta.
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Going to the gym and walking home in the sunny winter day.
Talking to Stuart. He’s very sweet. And he sent me a brilliant feminist poem about vaginas. Which reminded me of one of my favourite quotes – Our foremothers were farmers, warriors, builders and weavers. They had wrinkles and pubic hair and opinions.
Japanese dinner with Will. A really lovely evening. He’s still very much got a place in my heart.
A day of demolition, meeting people and positive feelings on the estate. I feel like its finally coming together! Its so exciting!
Date night with Jonny. All the food, all the beer plus some shockingly bad bowling, ping pong and pool. Mr and Mrs Bones, forever.
The Period Poem by Dominique Christina. Bleed and bleed and bleed.
A cute little present tucked into my bag from my lovely colleague including this poem.
Waking to work in the early morning and smelling that cold, snow smell that reminded me of home. My family home. And my childhood.
Emailing my friend about vaginas.
Three little things 