Bike spoke lights
31 wasn’t a bad birthday. Midnight struck as my train pulled into Cambridge after an evening in London with an old school friend. We kept on chin wagging away until 2am came around and exhaustion started to set in. Lunch from marks and spencers, afternoon nap (not really optional just kind of passed out on the sofa) then just as I was feeling kinda pathetic and whingey SO convinced me to dress up and go out for dinner in town. Delicious watermelon juice and disappointing noodles later we went for some evening patisserie gazing and bought some fancy desserts and pootled home for a quiet evening.
Oh enthusiasm and positivity, how you fail me now that I attempt to continue writing. Let me break for another post. This one shall not be sullied by these most persistent waves of sadness.