At the end of school, people decided to go in either two directions. There were a few of us (me being one) who went to uni down South. Yet the majority of people went North, namely Durham.
I agreed to meet my other tweedle half for lunch. Fortunately for her my sense of direction is rather amazing (lol) and the conversation went something like this "where are you?"
"I'm on a bridge, near a church" -helpful
By some near miracle Sophie was able to find me and we went for an amiable lunch. Poor Soph had forgotten quite how weird I am when i started dancing along with my quiche. An hour was up too soon and Sophie ran off to meet her supervisor, she swears that he's an alcoholic as he mentioned to bring up gin in the conversation eight times in an hour - obsessive much *ahem*
This left me to do a spot of retail therapy although it did not quite go to plan as I entered the shop thinking - white trousers I need white linen trousers- and coming out with khaki cargo pants
After her meeting, I was taken to the palace green to see the cathedral like every good tourist should. Whilst tweedle dee looked for a trustworthy looking tourist to take a group photo, I got distracted by the bright red post box. Everybody loves post boxes right?
POSE!!!!
