Saturday mornings are just the best, aren’t they? I complained a lot that this week was a struggle but the weekend more than made up for it. Kicking it off with a crazy karaoke dance party. Much too many cocktails, that I did not make and have no idea what was in them, were thrown back, songs sung horribly and lots of laughing. Someone I haven’t seen in a little bit reminded me that I was one of their closest friends and not forgotten at all.
This afternoon was catching up with one of my oldest and dearest friends at wonderful Broadway Market. I’d love to have better photos but my silly little Android is no good at all. I’m saving for a magical SLR.
This is me on the Frocks Afloat boat, which is an interesting little endeavour. Only in London can you pull up on the canal and sell vintage clothes out of your houseboat.