18km bike ride in the sun, fresh strawberries, steak for dinner, glass of wine in hand and Harry Potter on sky. Perfect way to top off the day. Wild Saturday night in!
I find it really quite sad that I can’t remember the last time I got a letter that wasn’t from a bank/tax man/uni. I think I need a pen pal, someone to write real letters to. In an age defined by technology, sending a letter seems almost magical. Sending a message knowing that by the time it’s received days or weeks will have passed, circumstances may have changed and other events will have taken place. It’s almost liberating knowing it won’t be received instantly, refreshing that the reply won’t be seconds later. Sometimes you need to just sit down, slow down, and write a good old fashioned letter.