Wilmslow Day (1&)2: Romantic-Picnics-4-1, Shelter, Hot Coco, BBQs & Sun

I don’t know where to start. My head is a nest of bees and I’m trying to find that one bee that stole the other bees tiara. Yes, bees are really quite bitchy when it comes to glittery goods.

Today I rose to consciousness just after 10am. I very shamefully sat snuggled flicking through my phone, watching videos, till 11am. Sadly it is a deterioration of yesterday where I was up and ready by 10am.  I slugged out of bed reluctant for a shower but knew it was (definitely) time to get moving. I showered, again was amazed at the power of my tiny hairdryer, and left the flat as soon as I was ready.

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