Dear Lovely Man,
I've just finished cleaning the kitchen which reminded me of this...
The infamous scone loaf cake and the aftermath. It seems like forever ago that I was actually taking care of two little girls. It's only been 3 and a bit months! But I suppose that also means we've been here that long and that, to me, feels like ages.
This is the package you sent me when I was feeling low being without any money. Proper coffee!! It was in that little garret that you convinced me ground coffee was way better than the instant stuff. Remember buying our little cafetieres? Lime green and purple?
The view before the scaffolding and Dennis appeared to keep me up in the mornings. Bloody Dennis.
My infamous baking part 2. Not a scone loaf this time. More like scone crackers. You were hidden upstairs when I was making these. I quite liked hiding you away up there. It was so comforting to know you were there.
This was when we first had the falafels from that famous place, I think. Although we preferred the place just down the street from them and went back there quite a few times. And those houseboats!
My girls dancing in the rain. I didn't know it then but we were just about to go down the wrong street and get slightly lost.
Paris feels like a whole lifetime ago doesn't it? But right now I have my lovely candle burning (the one you got me in Edinburgh) and the cat is flopped out on my lap. I think I much prefer my life now.
Forever and always. I love you.
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