*311/365*

A good ol fashioned tea party. smoked salmon sandwiches, scones and all.

*310/365*

7000 words written, 4000 essay redraft. done. pjs and bed.

*309/365*

Getting the freelance research assistant job. woo.

*308/365*

An uber understanding Pod.

*307/365*

TV

*306/365*

Getting a pile of work done due to using steffy b's flat. rock on.

*305/365*

A fab hugh preach.

*304/365*

A *surprise* pod visit.

finding the final narnia book I have been missing from my collection.

*303/365*

Steffy B giving me the keys to her flat while shes on her hols. What a pal.

Giggles with steffy b, witsy and wine.

*302/365*

Being well enough to do my taekwondo grading. concentrating even though everyone was watching.

*301/365*

Sick pack no.2 in the post from Pod - comprising of a lovely card, fudge, chocolate and lemsip. Having a thoughtful sweet boyfriend, who has displayed that tirelessly to me more every day.

*300/365*

Final EVER lecture and seminar!

Drinks with a bunch of course mates and a long discussion about God and faith with all of them. This, an answer to prayer.

*299/365*

hours and hours of online games with steffy b. bad girls.

*298/365

Feeling more relaxed and less on the verge of a breakdown.

*297/365*

A day for nothing.
Sitting in the sunshine with erica and anna eating cheese toasties, chatting and reading. marvellous.

*296/365*

8.30-10.30am training with Lee.
144 situps
144 pressups
144 squats
1 hour of kicking and punching

gallerys and sunshine. all by myself.

*295/365*

Sitting for 6 hours in the sunshine in my front garden. getting a tan. Saz and Kate joining me; surrounding ourselves with drinks, cake, music, work and chatter

Short films at Barstory with Steffy B. Skipping taekwondo for the pleasure. Walking home, giggling, investigating the mystery of the strange house that stands between our two houses. What IS that house?

*294/365*

Writing the first half of the first chapter of my dissertation. finally. in the sun.

*294/365*

Another looonnng luncheon in the sunshine with delightful saz.

*293/365*

Expressing it as it is to my dissertation tutor. Reaching a point of almost clarity.

*292/365*

Church, amazing as always. communion lunch afterwards with tons of people, tons of food and tons of fun.

*291/365*

a beautiful day in regents park, followed by drinks with loz and her boyf, talking of morality and sexuality and dirnking lots of ginger beer and rum.

*290/365*

Crying down the phone to pod after having an AWFUL day - including breaking some art at a private view (gulp) and for once him saying:
"I'm only half an hour away, go home, buy some wine and ill be there to give you a hug and make it all better soon."

*289/365*

kicking things always being the answer.

*288/365*

Banoffee pie, sherry trifle, apple crumble, turkish things, lemon torte, brownies, strawberry cheesecake, icecream, sweets, biscuits, rum, ginger beer and wine. Pudding party at Loz's. beautiful.

*287/365*

Fighting the big strong black belt. Standing my own. Not exactly wooping her ass but standing my own. fun times.

*286/365*

"There are things that current theories can't explain. The magic, the supernatural. Whilst still understudied this is becoming of increasing interested to embodiment theorists especially." (lecturer)

Well of course...duh.

A world explained through science, through reason, where emotions are purely about drives and expereince is disembodied “becomes an impoverished world, a world of minds without bodies, of bodies without minds, bodies without hearts, expectations, interests, a world of enthusiastic automata observing strange and mute creatures; in other words, a poorly articulated (and poorly articulating) world.” (Despret, 2004:131)

*285/365*

Feeling satisfied at the end of a weekend in the country.

Listening to God.

Chilling with friends.

Listening to issues.

Just being.

*284/365*

Taking this during worship at New leaders...causing the three of us to descend into those 'must hold them in, whole body shaking' type giggles just as everyone stopped singing and ally g started praying very movingly.

Late night mandolin, guitar folk song playing and welsh dancing with ally g, lois and few arts people. spontaneity of the greatest kind.

*283/365*

"I prefer the tears of right sacrifice
To the tears I've wept when sin has enticed
I will chose your way."

*282/365*

Getting a first for an essay that counts alot. :)