11.30am is very quickly becoming my favourite part of the day.
Because 11.30 am means brunchtime.
And brunchtime means food.
And food is just glorious.
And glorious is always a lovely way to be.
I've been getting up at around 7am every day recently to walk the little furry bundle of happiness, and I have been surprised at how amazing it feels so be up and about so early in the early morning sunshine. Despite years of believing that absolutely anything before 10am was dangerous territory and should be avoided at all costs, I am now officially an early morning person and oooooooh IT FEELS GOOD.
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