Finally getting the big order. Hello money.
A stranger giving me a tampon when I needed one.
Deciding to not immediately hate the football fans. Choosing to feel happiness towards them instead.
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Telling Rosie about the ‘she says hello’ queefing moment in the porn.
Creating the ridiculous je t’aime reel for the magnet hearts.
Smiling at the pretty woman on the tube after I got caught in the door.
The man on the bus who told me we were in Finsbury Park because he’d overheard me asking when I got on. So sweet I wanted to cry.
Ruby’s pleasure talk. Meeting a woman who had seen me at WOW, in both capacities. And a woman who had drawn me naked. And realising I don’t need to be like Ruby, I can be by myself.
Walking along the canal in the sun after work. Sitting on a bench, watching a cat watch me from inside a canal boat.
Discovering new storage areas in the basement. And the creepy Scottish puppets dolls down there…
The beautiful cold and misty morning walk over Waterloo bridge. And sharing that moment with a stranger.
The way the light came through the windows at work.
Playing with the litter pickers.
Three little things 