So last weekend (no not that one, the one before, with the heatwave) my great mate Klee came down to London to hang out, and it was lovely. We spent a weekend doing lovely things together.
We went dahn Brick Lane and walked around Spitalfields market, we didn’t buy anything (although I wanted to buy a hunter waistcoat for £15 – Klee wouldn’t let me.)
I surprised her with going to the Zoo. We saw the penguin feeding time. LOTS OF FISH.

We had a little picnic nearby to a canal and used shoes as bottle holders, which yes was my genius idea (using my stupid shoes)…

We went down for a stroll through Camden, I cooked a lovely Spinach and Feta Filo Pie (which was gorgeous btw, I am an amazing host). It was all, as apparently the cockneys say, cushty.
On the following Monday we went to Klee’s friends birthday celebrations where another of Klee’s friends Liv and I pull faces in some photos. I LOVE THESE PHOTOS. I just love pulling faces. Klee’s mega lazer eyes of death were a bit worrying though…

So anyway, the reason for blogging is to let you know I’m alive, rather happy, and rediscovered that I like pulling faces.






