Archives for posts with tag: time

Taking my time getting to the train station and wandering around Oliver Bonas.

Chatting to mum and dad about the flat I’m looking at and getting excited about the idea that I might be able to buy it.

Tying the boob cushion under mums boob so she could get up and eat with us.

Lovely messages from people who can see through her bullshit and think I’m doing a good thing.

Getting home early and being able to do those things I haven’t had time to do.

A night to myself. Home cooked food. Reading. Early night.

Going for lunch in the park and thinking that it doesn’t matter what time I go back to the office.The park with Soph after work. Turns out I didn’t need her to cheer me up as much I thought I would.High fiving the dog.

Women sharing their love letters to their vulvas.

Giving myself time to put everything away calmly and as slowly as I wanted.

Smiling in the Uber on the way home, feeling proud of myself for raising another £302 for Bloody Good Period and for bringing sex and vulva positivity to another room of people.


Oh these? No big deal. Just the tomatoes I’m growing in the garden. It’s cool.

First throwing lesson at Clay Time. Fun, handsy and some great that’s what she said’s.

Being at home a bit earlier. Time to clean, to relax, to water the garden. To have a second shower.