I’ve not updated this series in quite some time. I’ve been distracted by a heap load of food, some developments at work, and some life decisions.
Over the past few weeks I have well wondered if there’s a parallel universe somewhere out there, where our mirror-selves are allowed to erase memories (and mistakes) with a pirouette here or a grand jeté there.
Alas, I am living on Earth and unfortunately not ballerina.
The FT Weekend.
More posts about amazing food from all over Londontown.
If you could know what I was feeling
You’d know that I belong with you
And in this love never defeated
Living, dying here for you
And everyday seems it will never end
I fall asleep to wake and it starts over again
I’ve got all the time in the world
and every night to think of you
and empty seems like to last forever
but I guess I’ve got nothing left to lose
about my Daddy and all men responsible for all the cool kids in the world. Happy Father’s Day, y’all!
Aesop Rind Concentrate Body Balm. Trying badly to refrain from licking my arms because I smell like creamy grapefruit.
I could turn back time so I could have made better decisions. Non, je ne regrette rien, because you live and learn after all… and I firmly believe that things will fall into place (if you try hard enough).
for a little bit of a breather and a very good week ahead.
an old rose sweater, Breton stripe shorts, white Chuck Taylors.
Game of Thrones season finale. Oh, Jon Snow.
to travel more. Dreaming of flying to Porto for a bit of surfing and gorging on a heap load of octopus.
to go on a holiday.