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Dinner with an old friend in her beautiful house
The buskers on the tube. A bit of funky saxophone never hurt anyone.

afternoon tea waldolf hotel

Prosecco induced giggling at our posh afternoon tea in the Waldolf Hotel.

Walking past that brilliant jazz busking band on Hungerford Bridge. They will never not make me smile.

Having my boyfriend finish work waaaay earlier than we thought. Hurrah, not another night alone clutching the torch and having nightmares about intruders.