Baby whisperer. Cuddling Bay until he fell asleep.
Lunch with Jonny in Soho. A sharing platter and a good mood Jonny.
An afternoon reading on my bed with a dog nearby that occasionally came and licked me.
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Colleague free day. So, home after lunch to masturbate and lie around on the sofa.
Finally got dinner at the Soho Mildred’s. Found out Mildred was a prostitute.
‘Did you just “amirite” me?’ Glyn
Sewing a skirt
Watching No Show
Going to a member only bar in Soho that wasn’t in the least bit wanky
Walking around Soho with Jonny, planning what we’ll do and where we’ll live when we’re rich.
Wearing my new charity shop shirt.
Jonny saying he would move in with me. Yay, he’s not planning on leaving!
Not caring at work. This is probably going to be an unproductive four weeks…
Smiling all the way to Soho.
Sweaty ping pong, dancing and racing with Jonny.
Going to see my brilliant friend’s beautiful pop up shop, selling all the ethical, sustainable and genuinely beautiful things. That’s pretty much all my Christmas shopping done. (It’s called This Because and it’s on Broadwick Street, Soho. You should go.)
Wandering around And Other Stories.
Discussing knitting out your vagina with my housemates.
Three little things 