84 hours later

We went to the beach, ran along playing catch 'n' cook and built a shrine for my shoes apart from other things. An adorable mongrel stopped by to watch and patted my hand warmly, giving us his approval of our spontaneous, juvenile behaviour.

The next evening Mawster Zachary (he deserves his very own fashion blog) and me walked along the promenade. I had muddy chocolate icecream, a chicken shwarma roll and salty lemonade. He just looked on. The background score- somebody's happy/boisterous wedding band.

Monday night- drinks and dinner with Kimbo (the costume designer), Paul (the visiting theatre artist), Rads (the drama queen) at my favourite jukebox place. Zachary was there too, but he was having a "bad bad bad" picture day so I hath been forbidden from putting up his picture.

My new old wayfarers. Obviously popular from the look of the pictures.

The day after I saw Kimbo off to a lunch date. Her outfit made me imagine that she was going to bid a tearful, romantic farewell to her sailor love. Which is NOT what she did.

I hurried to go visit my grandparents thereafter. Grandfathers are great and but grandmothers are my favourite. My grandma thought I was getting chubby but she made sure I stuffed myself anyway and gave me pocket money!

(I'm hilarious when I skulk around trying to fit in the picture frame.)

p.s. I'm more of a photoshopper that photographer. I miss my laptop, I shall never ever leave behind again.