Archives for posts with tag: sharing

Swimming. In a fairly quiet pool.

The woman who lent me 20p for the locker and wouldn’t accept my 50p. And was really surprised when, after the swim, I gave her the 20p I’d found in the bottom of my bag.

Walking back through Clissold Park, with the sun breaking free every now and then, lighting up the clouds and making the trees glow. Meditating in the field, listening to the Soweto Gospel Choir.

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Bright autumn trees

Sharing kitkats with colleagues

Yoga. In the dark.


I got invited to join a vagina coalition!

The social faux pas tweets. I read them twice and couldn’t stop laughing.

Watching TV with Matt. A really nice evening, giggling, sharing crisps and deserts. 


A date where I didn’t get drunk. And still had a nice time.

A great big folded over cheesy pizza.

A big feminist chat with Naomi. Sharing things I’ve not talked about before and finding someone that feels the same. 

Feeling stronger and better already. It’s working.

A quick wine and carbs with Jen. That was fun.

Sharing mental health issues with Leila. It was a nice break and it felt good to talk about. 


Found a fiver in the leaves on the way to work. Looking at my feet pays off sometimes. Oh and I spent it on a pint.

Office bingo.

Drinks with Hol. Finally being able to talk to someone about everything in person. That was good.

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All FOUR of the homemade cakes for Clare’s birthday.
A beer and a haircut.
Feeling quite proud of myself. For sharing. And doing better.

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The brief but beautiful shadow pattern on the wall
Hannah’s iPod. Old school songs.
Chatting to Mander and opening up about all sorts of things.

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My brother found his old glue gun. So I can borrow that and not pay a penny!

The origami workshop. In a wigwam. On top of a building in central London. With hot cider.

PLUS a firepit that has made me smell deliciously smokey. I might not wash for a few days to hold on to this smell for longer…