Today, in London, a dear and talented photographer friend acquired a pass to London Fashion Week. He talked of schools of people rushing in and out of shows, spotting Juliette Lewis, entourages, climbing into another photographer's tripod to get the shots he wanted, not having enough time to go to the Burberry show, every ridiculous but exciting thing I'd imagine would come from a first time visit to London Fashion Week.
Today in Bedgebury, I consistently poured hot chocolate all over my converse trainers (the fault of a terrible jug, not my incompetency at pouring)
I don't even like wearing trainers.
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