Archives for posts with tag: Sarah

Free Love Bar for using my Monzo card. Not because I was extra polite to the guy like I thought…

The sun felt genuinely warm on my face when I wasn’t in the wind. I feel so excited for Spring.

Showing off my skirt to an impressed Sarah via a dirty mirror working toilet selfie

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Going home after lunch. Telling, not asking.

An afternoon nap and orgasm. Exactly what I needed.

Games night at Sarah’s. It was nice to meet Brett and, as mean as it sounds, seeing married couples be snappy with each other made me happy to be single.

The park was surprisingly warm at lunch. Reading my book in the almost sun with the hazy sky was bliss.

Flirting with Nat.

Crafts with Sarah at the Southbank. And the fireworks on the balcony at the end. Best of all the world’s.

Watching volleyball in the park with a seagull.

Chats with Sarah on the train home.

Basil in my salad.

An hour at Paddington with Sarah.

The amazing dogs in the pub in Bristol.

The sad man on the cigarette packet with the soft penis.

Mum’s blood test results are back. It’s pretty much certain that she doesn’t have ovarian cancer!

I might be in WOW twice! Vulva workshops are being considered!

Actual period blood. Please let this be the end of the hormone mayhem.

A night with Sarah. Lumiere and chips in a gay pub.

Christmas songs, hot chocolate and crafting with Sarah.

We made wreaths!

Dinner at Stuart’s. 


A local coffee with Jo. That turned into lunch too.

An afternoon of Tate pottery and too much cake with Sarah. Where she talked total sense and made me realise a few things. I don’t need to trivialise my sadness. 

An evening with the housemates. Minus the rubbish one. Matt cooked us a roast. And it was just nice.