Singing in the van.
Cuddles with Ro.
Delicious dinner by Fra.
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Lying in the sun, listening to Polly play with Dottie and Fred and Daisy.
ABBA Voyage! I got goosebumps when they appeared. They had shadows! It was amazing.
Singing at the top of my voice.
Such a great day!
Accidentally meeting Hannah’s brother on the train.
Perfect amount of poke.
New sunglasses.
Lying on the beach in the sun.
Throwing stones at other stones.
Playing the 2p slots on the pier.
A loopdeloop rollercoaster.
Recreating Dawson’s Creek under the pier.
Singing along to live music by the beach bar.
BW in the sun for a small time this morning.
Driving the van and singing.
Bake Off the Musical. Absolutely bonkers.
Driving the van and singing loudly.
Taking myself to lunch.
Moving my therapy appointment earlier and not in West London.
Singing the nursery rhymes with the cello and violin at the intergenerational event.
Chatting to Arthur and meeting Ellen.
Baking a carrot cake together.
Being outside and mostly working away by myself. Raking. Dragging. Cutting.
Sally has now also started diagnosing people with borderline personality disorder.
Singing singing singing!
Unisex sandwich bags.
Sharing the Han frustration with Jen and Fiona. With rice pudding.
Good music. Feeling jolly.
A day with Date Hannah. And some kissing.
My birthday flowers are still looking beautiful.
Singing to Christmas carols. Again. No crying this time.
A walk in bluebell wood. Sans bluebells, obvs. It was frosty and crunchy and beautiful.
Snow! It still makes me so excited to see the first snow.
Dancing and singing to Christmas songs.
The nature artwork at the Baltic.
A slice of pizza.
Meghan Trainer, Made You Look. Making me strut through Kings Cross.
A lovely sunny health and nature walk looking for mushrooms.
Singing and dancing as I cooked.
I made a whole moussaka! I’m not even sure I’ve eaten moussaka before.
Kids poems about apples that are accidentally filthy.
Driving the van across London, singing and going past Waterloo station, over the bridge and looking at St Paul’s.
Getting to the final stages of the booklet. I think.
Corinne is safe and the baby is born.
The singing guitar man on the bus playing If You’re Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands.
A yogurt
50p for some cotton from the Designer Collective.
Dancing and singing.
Talking to Jo and therapy.
Taking a moment to myself in the sun in Woodland Play.
Attawa. So delicious.
Singing Like A Prayer none stop.
The cyclist and bus driver bumping fists.
Driving and singing.
Chatty Sally and dissecting the training yesterday.
Final day at work before holiday!
A funny reel.
Walking back from the library feeling like Matilda.
The Vagina Museum opening with my artwork and vulva kits. Seeing someone buy one of my kits was amazing!
Singing ‘Sandi and Sara’ on the bus
The little fairy pond in the tree.
The reflections of the trees in the puddles.
Driving and singing as loud as I want to.
Singing in the shower and laughing because it’s so bad.
Got my nose piercing fixed – FOR FREE!
Laksa and ice cream with my cousin.
Starting the working year off with a couple of hours bird watching in the park with Louisa.
Listening to music and taking down the decorations on my own at the end of the day.
Cheesy pasta. The bow pasta.
Litter picking with Jen and Fiona.
The choir practising singing on the viewing platform. It was so magical.
Making matching jumpers for me and Fred.
The beautiful sky this morning. It made my whole room glow.
Learning about birds on my course. And giggling when she said ‘little brown jobbies’.
Doing some sewing and singing some Mama Mia.
Finished all the lanterns and decorated one of them. Finally ready!
Singing and driving the van.
I don’t have covid!
Cycling back from PW and accidentally bouncing my water bottle out the basket
Making Miro laugh.
Bonding with Laura and Ming over being anti social.
Watching Tash sing Mama Cass in a church.
Discovering a loft at work and finding two Christmas trees up there. Making a grand total of THREE trees at work!
Tash’s two scoops of ice cream.
When the waiter sang loud Italian songs.
Chatting to Caroline and Chris after lunch.
Eating Port Salut as a fuck you.
Singing and dancing as I cooked dinner
A quiet and calm volunteer day in BW. Hardly any sweating, not much chat, no stress.
A new screen on my phone and a new clear cover.
Singing and driving in the van.
Another outdoor shower. I love them so much.
Paddle boarding for the first time. I loved it!
Singing Alanis Morrisette as we drove through London.
Sex with the windows and blinds open in the middle of the day.
The breeze on my vulva.
Singing in the shower before bed.
Three little things 