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.
