Walked A LOT. I mean a lot. We somehow decided that we’d get 10,000 steps in even though we were, you know, ON HOLIDAY. When I say “we decided” I mean I reluctantly went along with my boyfriend’s idea.
Wrote the first drafts of two poems and one short story (woot!)
Drank a bit of wine. Okay, some wine. Alright a lot of wine but I was in France and it’s the law out there. Fact.
Wondered how French women don’t sweat and waft about in white, when I was like “I’m melting, I’m melting” every day.
Collected packaged sugar cubes just like I did when I was little.
I was an odd child.
Read ‘The Ocean at The End of The Lane’ by Neil Gaiman. It was weird, wonderful, brilliant – go read it now.