Spending the afternoon sewing and listening to podcasts.
Finally putting up some artwork that’s been hidden away for ages and properly cleaning and tidying the flat. It looks so nice.
Three orgasms before breakfast.
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The butterfly walk and seeing people so excited by spotting them.
Listening to A British Scandal.
Seeing my living room tidy and hoovered.
Neat and tidy tool store.
Alison saying the word ‘writhing’.
Chatting to Lin about Guatemala and listening to him talk about his past, with no distractions.
A long walk on the heath with very changeable weather.
Tiny dogs with teeny legs.
Organising my fabric and folding and stacking it all neatly.
Noticing a tree root, growing its way up between the pavement and the curb, well away from the tree. It’s funny what you notice when you look at your feet a lot.
Walking the entire parkland walk. Telling the family that the muddy patch is small and they should continue.
Cleaning everything. I love being tidy.
Pizza, beer and Love is Blind.
Finding the perfect cosy fluffy material to make my hot water bottle cover. And then making it. Very quickly.
Changing my bed and tidying my room. It made me feel a lot calmer.
Going out whilst the sun was shining.
The beautiful flowers at the wake
Clearing all the stones off the path with Alec
Sunny Corner. The beautiful sea views and long evening shadows
How neat and smooth my bed looked this morning
My flowers from Roger
A funny date with Chris
Mornings on my own in the flat.
Lots of dating activity. Went on one whilst arranging another. And got asked on another (although I feel bad about that one)
Scrambled tofu. First time. Loved it.
New jars, tidy cupboard
Leaving work suuuuper early to shop and yoga and write and organise and tidy
Booked the weaving course!
Friendly shop assistants in the new fabric shop in FP. Lots of smiles.
Lots of neat boxes with vulva making materials in. I love neat boxes.
Dinner back at the French restaurant we went to on our first date. Delicious and drunken. That chocolate mousse though.
Coming home to see that Jonny had left my room looking immaculate. Minimalist mates forever.
Getting the budget. Or a bit of it at least.
Facemasks and vulvas.
The most perfect avocado for breakfast. A great start to the new working year.
My vagina themed birthday card from my colleagues. You know you talk about vaginas a lot when they make you a vagina card.
Organising the kitchen cupboards and throwing away lots of old shitty mugs and pans. Everything is so much more ordered and neat now.
Amazing ice patterns in beautiful, frosty Bristol.
Getting home to my room and my space. A bit of organising, a bit of throwing away, a bit of rearranging.
Clean white sheets and a white lampshade.
The different coloured blossoms on the walk home
A hoovered room
Smooth legs
My new big plant. To make my corner look more green.
A useful day, when I thought it would be rubbish.
Sorting out some cupboards and general house shit, chucking away all the old crap that builds up over years of multiple people.
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