Either my boyfriend is supremely relieved to have to gone to the toilet after a long tube ride home.....or I can hear our neighbours have sex. I'm going with the latter.
However speaking of (my boyfriend, not neighbours having sex...and I thought this building was so sound proof...) Chris and I are drinking stout and watching Withnail and I. At midnight. Wearing cool new t shirst and boosting sun burns.
And Chris just asked if I dropped knickers in the bathroom. Seriously as if.
But honestly, I would never.
Whose knickers?
Paris in 36 hours.
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