Lunch with Rosie and Jim.
Showing them my favourite bits of the Tate.
Walking home, finding new streets.
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Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.
Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.
Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night.
All the people taking ‘I’m In’ stickers outside Peckham Rye. The people coming back to get one if they accidentally walked past. The people thanking the people giving out leaflets. The wishes of good luck.
Drinks in the sun at Frank’s in Peckham.
The lightening storm as we left.
This cool London skyline in the window.
Going for a coffee by myself at lunch time.
Finding a programme that had both compulsive cleaners AND hoarders. WIN.
The view from Frank’s Cafe in Peckham.
Attack of the giggles when we ordered dinner.
Loud Nicki in the Uber on the way home.
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