how I love sundays. so far I sent a friend home who spent the night here after some unexpected wine-induced happiness. we were craving ice cream so desperately we found ourselves at the petrol station to get some ben&jerry's half baked at some point as I magically never seem to have anything sweet around my place.
today I am sprawling in the delight of doing everything a free day allows me: laundry, drinking too strong coffee, assorting my uni notes, replying to emails, reading king lear and making some loose plans for playing in nottingham.
did I say I love sundays.
I'd really love to hear your guys' advices on where to go as long as I'm staying in robin hood's hood.
anything vintage and coffee related or the best place for some nocturnal fun,
keep it coming!
I'll be meeting up with frassy's lovely audrey and as we both haven't been to nottingham, any of your tips will be highly appreciated by the both of us.