Watching the great tit flying in and out of the swift boxes.
Entertaining the idea of flirting with one of the other volunteers at the food bank.
Twiddling my pubes into horns.
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Tidying tidying tidying.
The happy pube monster.
Going out for a few minutes in the sun.
The chocolate vulva I made has three of my pubes in 😂
More park time.
Watching Skin Wars with Jonny. Even though it’s shit.
International Women’s Day. Proud, uplifted and inspired. Every year. Plus my colleague bought in green, purple and white snacks to celebrate. I loved the appropriateness of the jammy dodgers.
The perfect pubes on this embroidered vulva.
Watching 20th Century Women. The perfect IWD date with Jo.
Coming home to a card from Jonny with the cutest love note in. I don’t love anyone more than him.
Dinner with Liv. And her appropriate reaction to the sex comment. Plus telling the pubic hair story with the couple next to us listening in. I hope they enjoyed it.
Booked my tattoo. Eek.
‘This is, Bushey’
A lovely walk in Hertfordshire, with the beginnings of green.
A night of beautiful singing (Hide & Seek was amazing), all fantastically organised by a great friend. Followed by fun drinks in a fun bar with a fun woman.
Three little things 