Autumn leaves and autumn skies
Drinks in a wigwam with someone that gets it.
The woman dressed as a lobster at the bus stop.
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My brother found his old glue gun. So I can borrow that and not pay a penny!
The origami workshop. In a wigwam. On top of a building in central London. With hot cider.
PLUS a firepit that has made me smell deliciously smokey. I might not wash for a few days to hold on to this smell for longer…
Three little things 