Unisex sandwich bags.
Sharing the Han frustration with Jen and Fiona. With rice pudding.
Good music. Feeling jolly.
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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.
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.
Three little things 