Sex in the kitchen.
Ping pong and Mario Kart at Rowan’s.
French fries.
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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.
Jonny opening his present. He was genuinely so happy.
Jonny’s birthday, generally. But specifically:
Winning air hockey at Rowan’s.
Playing ping pong. With my secret smug look that was not so secret.
Ring of Fire until half 4. With card tricks.
Waking up, smelling like wood smoke from the fire last night.
An accidental loud, parp-y kind of fart in the shower. That made me full on lol.
Jonny came to stay. We went for Turkish food, ping pong and watched Archer in bed. It was perfect.
Multiple people asking to see my vagina print. At the same time.
Date night with Jonny. The classic Turkish food at Petek, beer at the Fullback and ping pong and dance machine at Rowan’s.
Discussing vaginas at work. And finding out about omgyes.com. OMG YAS.
Eating grapes in bed, chatting to James.
Delicious Indian. Thanks Jai Krishna.
Ping Pong night. Plus Mario Cart.
​Screen printing workshop. And the resulting vagina T-shirt.
Breakfast in the garden in the sun
Jonny date night. The usual. Turkish food, ping pong and Korean dance machine.
The Good Eggs chat. So much loling today. Computer cases, tasty gaming rigs and tagine carry bags.
All the great music at work plus an easy day of uploading photos.
Ping pong and Korean dance genes with Jonny.
Taking a different route through the park on the way home. More water, more ducks, more deer. More happiness.
Discovering Barnet has a penis.
Another night of beer, all the Turkish food and ping pong with Jonny.
Three little things 