Today's post is a wee catch up on a few things I've been up to as of
late. The first thing is melting. That's right, it hit a whopping 27
degrees in London on the day that clever Amy decided to wear a wool
jumper. Scotland has ruined me and I forgot a cosy jumper might not be
that appropriate for the rest of the UK in May. My face might look
relatively composed but the veins on my hand tell a different story:
this girl is one degree away from turning into a puddle. I had been
really excited to wear my new jumper though so part of me is still
really happy that that happened. Would not recommend as a beach cover-up
though.
