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.
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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.
Pizza for dinner.
The man who parked in every car parking space.
Singing Frozen songs at Jonny.
Getting onto the surgery waiting list.
Vegan cheese board with no pants on, on the blanket on the living room floor infront of the tree.
Good Eggs Christmas Zoom.
Also singing ABBA songs and dancing around the living room with Sean.
Ben’s beautiful bright sunny bathroom.
A BBQ in the garden, in the sun.
Singing out loud on the rail replacement bus on the way back to London.
Being out in the borough, in a van, doing stuff.
Tri-colour gnocchi.
Singing ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’ all day.
Singing a feminist march song at choir.
Third date with Sean. More kissing. Lots more kissing.
The painting of a vulva done by a 13 year old, after she’d seen my Instagram.
Deciding to walk through the park on the way to work.
Choir. Still got no idea what I’m doing but I enjoy it.
A fun date with Kulbinder.
My new phone background.
Singing. Choir.
Impromptu Yard Sale pizza with Jonny for dinner.
Making sure I walked back through the park in the sun at lunchtime.
Choir. Once I got over Paul being next to me.
A tiny chat me, Adam and Libby had at the break out table. And sort of when Andrew came over. For a bit.
Work choir. Singing and Jin.
Meeting Meredith. I feel a bit giddy.
And she gave me my very own vulva bowl!
It’s my birthday!
Volunteering with Bloody Good Period. Sticking stickers and being helpful.
Beautiful skies.
A lovely massage.
Still singing all the songs from & Juliet.
He remembered to text me.
Going outside and seeing yellow leaves.
The happy man singing outside on the street.
Finishing the dungarees for Fred. They are so adorable.
Hannah is in London. She bought me beautiful flowers and we chatted and then we went for dinner with Jo and Jonny and it was just lovely to be together.
The little squirrel digging away.
My Uber driving singing along to Electric Dreams.
A successful vulva workshop at the Environmenstrual festival. People loved it and it was pretty packed out. I had to find more chairs!
Booking all of Georgia.
The sneeze website.
Dancing to Whitney at home alone.
Going to the vigil. It was sad but I’m really glad I went.
Singing out loud in karioke.
Texts from Stuart about surprise anuses.
Being on my own in the house and watching porn in the living room.
More singing and dancing. Love a bit of Whitney!
Going to the old church I went to as a kid and singing carols. Not something I expected to be doing but nice nonetheless
Walking a new way to the post office, through a park with a squirrel. And through some quiet back streets, with the blue skies and the reflections in the puddles.
The presents and card from Stuart. I’m happy he wrote ‘love’.
Totally and utterly feeling myself this evening. Dancing and singing in the flat. Wearing a crop top and taking selfies. It felt good to feel so good.
Listening to and then singing along to Nat’s Christmas song. I’m worried I’m a bit obsessed.
Getting the pub space for free for my Period Party!
Just being happy. Happy I went to yoga. Happy about Nat. Happy about my medication stuff. Happy to be mouthing along to old RnB.
Breaking news.
Singing on my own in the house.
Sitting and watching Adam record his football soundbite. Weird but funny.
The William Morris gallery and grounds. Including the organic apple Pip ice lolly. Mega delicious.
Telling Stuart I love him in the park.
Singing ‘we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow’.
Oh and ‘the rice had about 5 or 6 minutes left. So I’m going for a poo’
Waiting for the bus in the brilliant sunshine. So lovely after weeks of grey.
Pressing the final curtain lining. Thank god! Now I can start sewing.
Voice messages from the Good Eggs. Especially Alec singing chinbone.
Three little things 