Good morning from leafy Wandsworth. What have you all got planned this pleasant Saturday morning? Tweet me and let me know. But just incase you're interested... Here's my plan. I will be doing, or repeating, even, what now feels like a quotidian to the point of being almost banal, routine; I am back in Costa Coffee, Clapham. Oh yes, that old familiar place where I write to you, my virtual (and not-so-virtual) friends. If any of my wonderful readers should find your lovely selves in the area: Come and join me!
My bright orange Smythson diary reads:
Saturday 25th February 2012
Time: 10am. Activity: Blog post, email catch up. Location: Costa.
Time: 12pm. Activity: Coffee with Kristina. Location: Costa.
Time: 2pm. Activity: Coffee with Delphine. Location: Costa.
Time: 7pm. Activity: The cows come home.
So you see, it is possible to spend an entire day in Costa - I am living, breathing, solid and achingly dedicated proof. Right, now time to breathe an exasperated sigh post-mumble and actually get on with sending some emails. Ciao for now.
In this image: Shirt, shoes and skirt: Zara. Tights: Faulke. Coat: Y3. Bag: Mulberry.