Guilty Pleasures

Dammit.

That 40-day thing// 25

Like the biblical story of Samson, who became weak when he cut his hair, I was freakin' starving after coming home from the hair dressers. I would have this lunch all day errday. omg. Sushi & Topokki. 

That 40-day thing// 20-24

Gah, did it again. I am getting bad at this. Past few days have been spent running around (and outside of) London, resolving conflicts, and handing in my final piece of Year one coursework. yesyesyesyesyes! 

Some days I really really feel blessed to be living in London.

I should be made official representative of Oddono's. 

Woke up on good friday to the smell of this! 

 

Cute curious calves.

That 40-day thing// 13-19

Okay, can I cheat a bit? The whole week or so has been spent revising and cursing for three tests, doing the said three tests, rushing three assignments and a whole load of this;

I currently owe you eleven 'That 40-day thing', which I have decided to bombard all onto one post. But that's really cheating. I only want to cheat a bit. So I'm only bombarding 7 pictures onto one post. Fair, and super totally square.

//13

The day I spent £220 and then went home to mourn.

//14

After missing London's spring last year, I am definitely taking in every single blossom I see.

//15

Brought my rabbit out to the garden, opened the cage to let her out, but still she insisted on viewing the world behind bars. Which reminded me, and saddened me, about myself. I have so much to live for, so much to explore, but yet I'm still limiting myself to this self-made cage in which I live. Gross

//16

My socks brings all the swans to the yard, and they're like GIMME FOOD.

//17

I would like to think I didn't finish pancakes, bacon, fried potatoes, a sausage, eggs and maple syrup. But I did. But hey, it was the end of year one lectures! 

//18

Windsor so windy. 

//19

This time last year, :'(. I mourn. My return will inevitably be soon. 

I have also been spending an impossible amount, and also eating an impossible amount. I feel like the pounds flying out of my bank account, is flying, pound-to-pound, right into my thighs and muffin top. It is disgusting.

That 40-day Thing// 12

This time last year. 

I am buried under work and stress. I wanna cry. 

That 40-day Thing// 11

Perfect chill in shakeshack, perfect stroll across London, and a perfect dinner with some dude.