It really was perfect. Sun, great company, walk along the Southbank, amazing lunch, a cup of coffee. Graffiti, chasing pigeons. Beautiful city. Even my sniffly, hayfeverish nose couldn’t spoil it.
Whose All Stars do you like best? 🙂 Mine go all the way back to High school. Can you call that vintage?
Meg is leaving tomorrow. And the only good side of that is that I might stop eating great amounts of ice cream in the evening. Not promising anything though. After all, I’ll have to drown my sorrow somehow. 😉