Oliver was working last night so I was home alone. That did not make this mouse dance on the table. Instead i did the washing up, cleaned the flat and washed my salty Ibiza clothes.
When that was done i had oceans of time on my hands and decided to go for a walk.
Tried to entertain myself by harassing my boyfriend. He fled by going into a dungeon without reception. Bugger.
London lamp posts always make me think of Narnia.
I also want to be old and sit on a bench in Holland Park watching the fountain.
The japanese gardens. Eerie this time a night.
The fairy skirt fitted right on on this magical night.
When i came home I rewarded myself with fresh fruit.
Letters to my family 