Sex in the kitchen.
Ping pong and Mario Kart at Rowan’s.
French fries.
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Going to the vigil. It was sad but I’m really glad I went.
Singing out loud in karioke.
Texts from Stuart about surprise anuses.
Recording a podcast.
Dog friend on the tube
Ping pong with Nat
Double pucs on the air hockey
Dancing with my tummy out
New trainers
Bubbles from the washing up liquid
Dancing at Rowen’s
Hearing him say he loves me
The quiet pub, where the barman recognises me. I think.
Accidental Rowan’s for New Year’s Eve. Complete with a Mario Kart, basketball, dancing, air hockey and pool.
Going for cheesy food and then deciding to go back into another pub for a gin. And a chat with a Spanish man that couldn’t speak English.
Learning about parliament and the government and finding it so ridiculously interesting.
Rowan’s – Mario Kart and kareoke with my cousin’s friends.
Having my cousin come to stay afterwards. Via cheesy chips. Very drunk cheesy chips.
Not caring at work. This is probably going to be an unproductive four weeks…
Smiling all the way to Soho.
Sweaty ping pong, dancing and racing with Jonny.
Jonny opening his present. He was genuinely so happy.
Jonny’s birthday, generally. But specifically:
Winning air hockey at Rowan’s.
Playing ping pong. With my secret smug look that was not so secret.
Ring of Fire until half 4. With card tricks.
Multiple people asking to see my vagina print. At the same time.
Date night with Jonny. The classic Turkish food at Petek, beer at the Fullback and ping pong and dance machine at Rowan’s.
Discussing vaginas at work. And finding out about omgyes.com. OMG YAS.
Eating grapes in bed, chatting to James.
Delicious Indian. Thanks Jai Krishna.
Ping Pong night. Plus Mario Cart.
Three little things 