Archives for posts with tag: custard tart

Cuming with him inside me

Going to a hipster cafe for a juice and a pasteis de natas

The Chinese National Traditional Orchestra. Especially the bit where the monk flies off on the eagle.

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A raspberry pastas de natas.

A mum hug

There’s no such thing as a fish podcasts

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Brunch babes at Beagle. And mine was free!
Actually making lunch for tomorrow. And breakfast. Basically I organised the shit out of my Monday meals.
Iced coffee, custard tart and chatting to Jo in the sun. A unplanned and lovely Sunday afternoon.