I love days like today. Waking up groggy to a cold crisp perfect kind of morning, after a good old wine-fuelled night and sleeping like the dead. Putting down a deposit for my Glastonbury ticket. A museli muffin and creamy full fat milk. Grocery shopping in all the sweet little shops on my street in the lovely autumn sunshine. Pomegranate green tea and Copella apple juice. Fantasy fiction marathons. Lovely guests and late night pizza. Making my first entirely solo sunday roast...with a little help from the men in my life, Dave, Si and Hugh.
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Cold crisp mornings are the best kind, I think. Wooly hats and scarves and some sun on the back of your neck - yum :)
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