Archives for posts with tag: Sarah

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.

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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.