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Frankly, I think I'm going to need to schedule time in my Outlook calendar to write. I can't even think where to begin. 

I've been transformed over the past two months. Two months almost exactly, it seems, since I last wrote. I started therapy (which, by the way, ended up being talking therapy and not CBT), I went on trips, I celebrated a 6 month anniversary, had a birthday. For efficiency, I'll skip through events in chronological order, and choose subheadings so it's easy to keep up. Aren't I nice? 


Shortly after my last post, Minerva had her walking stick stolen from her at XOYO. Stolen. A guy was caught on CCTV taking it out from its resting place close to where they were dancing, stashing it behind an ATM and then guiding a girl to it who then promptly left the club with it. The police investigated but it came to nothing. Since then, I decided to call upon our excellent community to contribute to a GoFundMe campaign to raise money to replace the stick (obviously not to buy one of the same caliber as the one she lost, but a good one nonetheless) and to give a sizeable donation to the British Pain Society. Thanks to the kindness of friends, family and strangers, we're able to say that on Minerva's birthday, we surpassed our target of £600! 


Lastminute,com was kind to Minerva and I, and we booked ourselves a cute little three day trip to celebrate our six month anniversary. Deep baths, champagne, art. Everything. 

25 ON 25TH

I turned 25 on August 25th, and my days were filled with light and love. Although I was disgustingly unwell on my birthday and had to spend the whole day in bed, Minerva took me to Kew Gardens - somewhere I'd never been and always wanted to go. She's the most wonderful thing. Then I went to Notting Hill Carnival for the first time (I know, I mean really?!) and it was fucking excellent. 


Leicester. I took Minerva home to Great Glen where we spent 4 days being fed and entertained by my parents, playing Rummikub and card games, drinking wine and charity shopping. We bought plants from someone's front garden and met my brand new nephew Arthur. We also both worked at Leicester Pride (which honestly was truly terrible due to the unfortunate weather) and we watched Season 8 of Drag Race in its entirety in bed. Perfect. 


Saturday 10 September was my colleague Kim's wedding day, and September 11 is Minerva's birthday. I decided to combine the two and make a weekend of it, so I booked us an amazing hotel and we had the nicest time ever. Minerva is the most deserving woman in the world, and I want nothing more than to give her everything I've got, every single day. 

I threw an impromptu drinks thing at mine on Friday night, we scurried to the Shacklewell Arms shortly afterwards. The next morning we found out that Lady Gaga had done a performance at the Shack's sister venue, Moth Club. Life's a bitch. But anyway, we hopped on our train heading West. We did our make-up on the train, much to the dismay of the woman opposite us, stowing a bag of birthday presents in the overhead rack to make room for everything else. When we arrived at Cheltenham Spa, we rushed to the hotel to check in, got ready in the accessible loo because our room wasn't ready yet, and rushed straight out again to head to the wedding. The wedding was exquisite, Kim looked so beautiful and everyone was so full of love and pride and positivity. I also had the pleasure of filming it on Super8. Such gorgeous novelty, only a little bit of pressure... 


All she wants is a bedroom with a bath tub in it. So for her birthday, that's what she got. The look on her face was everything. 

Y'know when you're falling asleep and lots of random thoughts just swish around your brain and you don't know where they came from? Well after the wedding, after making the most of the bath in the bedroom with a bottle of Prosecco and free cocktails from the hotel bar, I was 99% sleep and had a horrible thought. We left the birthday presents on the train. In the rush of packing up and getting off, we'd forgotten that in the bastard overhead luggage rack was the box of gifts I'd got for her. We both cried, and then realised that material things mean nothing when you've got each other. The next morning we tried the station's lost and found, to no avail. And naturally, because it was a Sunday, the main lost property number for Paddington was closed. 

I tried to put it out of my mind so we could enjoy the day. It was difficult though, not knowing. Anyway. Spa. 

Simultaneous massage and pedicures later, we then had afternoon tea. 

Needless to say, I've had the most magical time of late.  

Lucky Bitch.  

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