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The End of Winter, Part 2
Feb. 27th, 2016 10:12 pm
It’s Saturday and I want nothing more than to relax at home and get over the cold that’s been following me all week. Pancakes, music, blogs, books, blankets, the couch – winter at bay.
In the afternoon, my boyfriend convinces me to join him for a walk outside, a bit of fresh air. We cut through Victoria Park, remembering the deers once kept on its grounds. Their old home is now a rose garden.
We drop by the Pavillion Café for a takeaway coffee. It’s £2.50 for a flat white in a babyccino cup. “What is this shit?” I complain outside.
In the afternoon, my boyfriend convinces me to join him for a walk outside, a bit of fresh air. We cut through Victoria Park, remembering the deers once kept on its grounds. Their old home is now a rose garden.
We drop by the Pavillion Café for a takeaway coffee. It’s £2.50 for a flat white in a babyccino cup. “What is this shit?” I complain outside.
