pub lunch

Big thanks to Anna for her recommendation of The Spurstowe for a faultless Saturday lunch. Most of us had impressive cheeseburgers and a bit too much wine. Pablo found a shop selling vintage sunglasses and tried on lots, only to be gifted a pair by our lovely lunchmate Clem & baby Arlo. ​The bar staff were very tolerant of our ragamuffin bunch scampering about on the floor and stealing celery from the bloody mary jar, mostly (I think) because Pablo did a stellar job of flirting with them.

A stroll through London Fields afterwards, where we lived when Pablo was born. Then I escaped for a night on the town with gorgeous Alexa. ​

lady lunch

Had a tasty lunch this week at my friend Laura's beautiful home, and caught up with friends and babies and home made whoopie pies from heaven (THREE, I ate three...) We even had a glass of prosecco, then about thirteen coffees. The babes had a lovely time exploring and it's crazy how fast they are all growing. Special honorary male guest was teeny tiny Tor Albion who stole everyone's hearts...

Indy mostly got her kicks by trying to tumble down stairs. Luckily she was thwarted. 

note the enormo-me reflected in the toaster, pre-whoopie-binge...