Beautiful Islington. God I love it here.
Going for a coffee and a pastéis de nata at lunchtime on my own, reading my book in the sunny cafe.
I had a proper to do list and actual things to do. It felt good.
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A raspberry pastas de natas.
A mum hug
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Three little things 