Sunny Friday i London, its supposed to be 25+ this weekend so we are planning picnics and the beach to use this one day of English summer.
Had picnic with George on the green next to work for lunch and only a couple of more hours before weekend…
Yesterday picked up W at the studio. Filled with reporters and the air smelling of burnt plastic. Eerie.
I felt bad taking a picture but I also felt like I needed to. To not forget. I don’t know how to feel about all of this to be honest.
It’s hard to forget this view. Ever.
Tonight katta and me are having a quiet one. We’ll have a picnic and not drink. Needed. Especially since it’s midsummer next weekend. Our livers will appreciate the break.
Letters to my family 