Southwark Cathedral.
Lunch.
Piles of veg.
Turkish Delight for miles.
Life changing latte.
Two Saturdays past. South of the Thames.
Saturday Morning Thoughts...
- Me: I want Steve McManaman to read me books as I drift off to sleep every night.
- Cait: That's not what you want, you sick bastard.
- Me: Okay, so it's not the ONLY thing I want. But I do want him to read to me!
Diner brunch. So many cups.
Mega Ritas to start a Saturday night. 56 ounces of frozen delicious booze.
Antipasta and Primitivo for dinner = Friday night perfection
