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.
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Photographing the vulvas from last week. They are so fabulous.
Making a skirt. Instead of working.
The storytelling night. Flirting with Matt. Eating cheesy chips. Laughing at good and bad stories.
A day at home. Meaning I could write my period pub quiz.
A first date with Tom. I like him. I don’t think it’s reciprocated but still, I had a really nice evening and that’s what matters.
That delicious nut roast. I can’t get enough of it.
‘Working’ from home. Or embroidering for a few hours.
Finding the perfect bedside table. Secondhand. Wooden. White. Cheap. I knew I was waiting for a reason.
Starting the campsite research. And not being immediately put off. Maybe it could happen.
Chocolate Oatly. So delicious.
Fruit puree.
A walk in the park in the sun at lunch time. Working from home is nice.
Beautiful, peely tube walls.
Working from home, talking to myself.
Jesus peering through a vagina. From Becky.
Signed up to Bumble. And got some matches. Bit of excitement!
Chatting to Jo on the phone for an hour. We never do that.
A day out of the office – spent it in a cafe with Corinne, getting a haircut and spotting John Hannah!
Seeing Jonny. It feels like it’s been ages. I ran up to him I was so excited. We went to our usual Turkish date night restaurant.
A nap in the afternoon. I love ‘working’ from home.
A super generous and totally unexpected donation from a colleague for my midnight Ben Nevis walk.
Friday treat from mum
‘Working from home’ in the morning. i.e. dancing in front of the mirror.
Weeeee! Got a new job and quit my old one! Bye Felicia!
Three little things 