the best kind of Sunday


ice cream

England has become a magical summery island (with a balmy high of 70F reached today!), and I am digging it. This weekend we went to an all-day bbq, chilled with friends in a pop up dance tent in the middle of the city on Saturday night, and spent the best part of our Sunday laying at the beach, reading books and chilling out with all of the other pasty white folks. Bruce came with us and had a great time. That dog loooooves the beach. Now I am slightly sunburnt and fatigued in a way that only a long weekend spent being slightly debaucherous and gleeful in the sunshine can bring. I may even fall asleep very early on the couch… If this is summer, I am completely ready for it.

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