It was a tricky day at work, but instead of having a large glass of white wine, when I got home I changed clothes and took myself for a run in the park – before my conscious mind had clocked what was happening.
On the run to the park, a very fat drunk man leered at me and I only thought to shout ‘get some exercise you fat, drunk b*strd’ until five minutes later when I was far away from him. At the woods in the park I did a few little yoga stretches, but didn’t have the confidence to try a tree pose in public.
Later on, a friend got in touch. She wanted to ask about how I was recovering from the ectopic pregnancy, and told me she’d experienced something similar. I told her that I recovered, and so will she. And that she should take cafe of herself, and so should I.



