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Have I Told You I’m Writing A Play About My Vagina.

The women coming up to talk to me afterwards.

The period box in the toilets. 😍

Lots of texts. Lots and lots of texts about good things.

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Getting to work from home for most of the day i.e. not really working but masturbating.

Making biscuits. And pear puree.

Dressed. The most incredible play. I sobbed afterwards but it was amazing.

Listening to my podcast.

The squirrel that was right beside me as I walked through the estate.

Having mum and dad in London, walking along the canal in the sun and lunch on a canal boat cafe.

The Paper Man. Such an amazing play that I just wasn’t expecting.

And dad telling me they’d watched 100 Vaginas

Walking from work down to Leicester Square, listening to happy music and feeling really happy about everything.

The play with Diarmuid. It was surprisingly good!

Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.

Jens typo

The guy in Holland and Barrett who also talking about cumming.

Mythic. The most bonkers musical I’ve ever.

My last sachet of Japanese roasted green tea.

Learning new things at work and being excited about new projects.

Model Behaviour. Funny play in a cool theatre.

Cuming with him inside me

Going to a hipster cafe for a juice and a pasteis de natas

The Chinese National Traditional Orchestra. Especially the bit where the monk flies off on the eagle.

The school meeting. Mainly coffee and biscuits and talking about the Hampstead Heath ponds. A lovely way to start the morning.

Itsu dinner.

Che Malambo.

Leaving work early.

Group chat about menstrual chunks and goddess rituals. Great in spag bol.

The play. Rejoicing at her wondrous vulva the young woman applauded herself. So good. So emotional in a way I didn’t expect. But really good. I love seeing feminist things. It makes me feel stronger.


Weird, bizarre but strangely entertaining acrobatic theatre. With a penguin mask.

Funny lunchtime. We haven’t all sat together in ages so it was nice. And the crossword wasn’t too bad for a change. Plus we all bullied each other which was fun.

Being back in the office, catching up with people, talking about Anna with Gust. 


Yerma. With Jonny. What an incredible play. 

Having a drink afterwards. Needed to decompress after that. Also it’s nice to chat to him.

Searching all the mackerel in Sainsbury’s. Getting the giggles.

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Blue skies. Beautiful blue skies.
Three Generations of Women, the feminist play at Greenwich Theatre.
The beautiful carved tile adverts in the theatre. So so lovely and so much better than paper posters.

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A Rinkoff crodough. Worth the hour and a half walk.
NEW EMOJIS. They are everything.
The Vagina Monologues. So good. Funny, moving, honest. “I ordered the fish because I like the taste of fish’

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A really fun and fast day at work with lots to do and no tired feet.
The F Word. A show at Bats Theatre about sexism that was Ah.Maze.Ing. Funny and clever and just brilliant. I’m still buzzing from it.
Roughly planning our trip around New Zealand in January. It suddenly feels a lot more real and exciting. Plus I’m feeling less worried about the money side of it all.

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These speakers that looked surprised to see us

The amazing chocolate/biscuit/meringue/nut cake

One Gentleman and Two Guvnors. Such an amazing play. I laughed so much. Just brilliant.

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Did two quiet poos at work today. Confidence is growing.

Leaving work early.

The tiny mouse that scuttled under my seat at the theatre. It made me jump and then laugh. A lot. The women next to me didn’t find it quite so amusing.

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This sign outside a cafe near work

A slightly guilty trip into the charity shops on my lunch break. But £6 on a work top and a lovely salt shaker isn’t going to set the savings back too much

Going to see Hemingway’s Fiesta (the sun also rises). A brilliant, brilliant play at Trafalgar Studios.

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The melt in the middle chocolate thing. Need I say more.

Going to the other side of the station for the first time even though we’ve lived here for over a year.

The amazing, incredible reading of the play You, Me and the Silence by Judy Adong at the Old Vic. Moving, funny and just brilliant.