An email from one of my best friends, mainly about Lolfins
Laughing so hard we cried. And over pies.
Feta, beetroot and avocado for dinner.
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The other day I found a mouldy lemon in my bag that had slipped into the hole in the lining. I sewed the hole up this morning and then found I’d sewn something into the lining. On investigation it was a dried, flattened orange. From god knows when. Gross but funny.
A hysterical laughing fit in the morning as he tried to put my ear in his mouth
Dancing with him in heels
Three little things 