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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Flowers on my way to work
Spoken word night for feminists. Some incredible women and amazing poems.
Running for the bus down the middle of the road afterwards.
An email from a women on Friday, thanking us for what we did and saying she’s now signed up for therapy. Such an incredible feeling.
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.
Three little things 