Archives for posts with tag: Sarah

Watching volleyball in the park with a seagull.

Chats with Sarah on the train home.

Basil in my salad.

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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.