This is what happens on the perfect Sunday (for me anyway, and I like to think I’m always right.) obviously, it all starts with a lie-in. I have slept for 20 hours across Friday and Saturday night. You should be jealous. It has been immense. This was followed by crunchy Nut for breakfast, which is divine, then an insanity workout, which is not divine at all but makes me feel better about life.
Post-exercise sit down then turned into amazing coffee from Pret and then charity shops. My favourite weekend pastime is buying second-hand clothes and Looking at weird books in the charity shops of Fulham. Today I got a really adorable skirt and American Apparel jumper for £5.00. Happy shopper.
More rest and watching my tiny housemate assemble furniture then lead to going to GBK for a milkshake and now to the local pub for a quiz and overpriced wine. I. Love. Sunday. Why is working for a living a thing?