Archives for posts with tag: work

Our work Christmas decorations. They’re getting better and better.A fun first date with Jack.Finding £5 on the floor in the way home.

Lebkuchen.Planning our work Christmas decorations.Hearing that James is getting better.

Coming back into the office and seeing the Emergency Planning team have gone all out on Christmas decorations.

The meeting with Simone about the counselling and support for nine months. I’m so glad I didn’t sack it off. It was great! I love her.

Fanos telling me he’s gone vegan. Well, almost.

Mint tea with James. And lots of texting too.

Getting rid of the survey for the canal project. I hated it and I was totally stuck on it.

Meeting and planning with Hani for s vulva exhibition.

The smell of the tomato plant.

Pastel de nata from the MacMillan’s coffee morning.

Sitting next to the Corporate Director. I think it’ll be good that we’ve chatted and got on well.

The good mood at work continues.

I smashed the presentation at the scary canal meeting.

Edith Piaf on the way home.

Being in a good mood at work! Goodbye Car Free Day, hello not being stressed!

Reliving Japan, one year ago today. The great coffees and the incredible savoury pancake thing.

Rich roast peanut butter.

The happy resident, who thanked us for being here and wanted us to do it all the time.

Watching Barry’s arms load up the van.

It’s over. It’s all done. Pizza and bed.

Stupid old Richard not falling for my new email trick. The email back made me laugh too much.

Talking to Adrian and finally feeling like I’m getting somewhere with this canal project. Despite the fire alarm going off half way through.

Watermelon.

Meeting John Thorne and he told me lots of helpful things.

Getting an answer right (totally by accident) on University Challenge.

Headache yoga with Adriane.

My four plants in front of the fire place. They make me so happy.

Finishing my embroidery.

Everybody getting involved in the Barry situation.

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…

Flurries of emails at the end of the day. The exciting bit of a project when everything feels possible!

Going to lie in the park after work, reading in the sun.

An evening of watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed and messing about on Instagram, singing stupid things to each other.

A banana bitmoji.

Active office work – lots of stairs, basements, moving and chatting.

Daydreaming and remembering last night.

Talking to Andrew about vulvas, penises, willies and dicks.

Deciding to come home and relax rather than go to the talk.

Being helpful to Andrew when Claudia was being a complete dickhead. It felt good to be needed and to be able to help.

The thick, proper hot chocolate from Camden Passage. Drunk whilst walking the sun on the way back to the office.

Leaving the office just after 2.

The sky, walking home.


A butterfly in the station.

Being good at training. I enjoyed today. I did a good job.

A few pints and some Thai with Jonny. It’s nice to walk to a pub for a casual evening. And then be home and in bed early.

A walk along the canal. For work. Obvs.

A quick fix from the neurologist.

Vegan sausages and an early bedtime. I’m glad I bailed. I needed this time alone.

Sitting in the park at lunch, reading in the sun with a breast feeding woman next to me.

Feeling like I’m pushing for something at work. It was a long old day but it was good.

Walking back from the pool after work, through the park in the evening sunlight. I’m glad I went.

Doing a great job presenting to the U3A.

New make up. Organic make up.

(Vegan) buttery pasta

The long awaited canals meeting is over! A big smile of relief to tick that one off.

Delicious bread with olives in. I love olive bread.

A massage with Joy

Getting shit done. Three documents that I was sort of dreading but were actually pretty easy.

Meditation class. My feet on the ground and relaxed breathing.

Quietly giggling with Jonny before during and after meditation. Gold nipples, the hot beardy guy and kneeling for Jesus.

Doused in milkshake. Again.

A meeting with Lucy where I felt a bit like how I used to feel – doing interesting new things, planning and coming up with good ideas. Not just working to a brief.

Beers and fish and chips with Jonny. Plus Queens.

An email from a resident complaining about something and referencing Queen Victoria not believing in lesbians.

Going out in the van and replacing the monitors. It was nice to be out the office for a few hours.

Jen after work. But not for too long. She knows when to end an evening.

Folding and envelope stuffing. Genuinely love a bit of that.

Some giggles with Stuart.

Delicious ramen. So much nicer than last time.

Bizarrely, staying a bit later because I was so involved in what I was doing and feeling good about getting something serious done.

Being mentioned in an article by Sue as a good campaigner.

Talking about how great London is on a first date.

Feeling knowledgeable and part of something in the comms meeting. Also seeing the lovely friend fun side of Simon.

A night to myself. Making lunches, doing ironing, putting up the hook in my room. Actually I was really happy about the hook.

Reading our loud to myself.

My period started!! I so thought it wasn’t going to happen this month and I was dreading having to wait for the PMT to drain away on its own. But it’s here!

Going to a seminar about air quality and following loads of it and finding it useful and understandable. And being asked for advice!

Derry Girls

Colleague free day. So, home after lunch to masturbate and lie around on the sofa.

Finally got dinner at the Soho Mildred’s. Found out Mildred was a prostitute.

‘Did you just “amirite” me?’ Glyn

The bird that has started singing when I meditate in the morning.

Giggley day at work. Andrew sneaking up on me, Adam’s coffee achievement chat.

Third date with Diarmuid. Listening to old French songs at the beautiful Wilton’s Music Hall. Followed by cuddles.