Lots of new things: snow on the ground, Twickenham and the trickiness of making new friends.
“Am I dying?”
“No, it’s just London.”
I should have curtseyed.
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
Date: 28 August. Location: George St cafe, East Melbourne. Coffee is terrible, but the winter sunshine on the outside tables is brilliant. Ohh, that moment when it finally occurs to […]