I’ve been craving eggs benedict (I used to hate it) so Craig and I headed out to Petone for brunch.
Putting on my after-work jeans for the last time for a week – I can’t wear them while my tattoo is healing.
My pops is mildly Dylan-obsessed and born one day after the Tambourine Man. I bought him an updated biography and made this card. I amuse myself.
My adorable friend Aly sent me a package from J.Crew I had sent to her aunt in California. She included some treats that she’d brought to the USA from London. It was a multi-international package.
I wandered through the village in Eastbourne before rehearsal. It was mainly shuttered and dark.
My tattoo was scabby and tight. Not cool. But I love the colour. I love all of it.
Craig organised drinks for his birthday. We borrowed my parents dusty stereo and I made a playlist with a lot of Girl Talk.