I don't know how many times I have imagined you at the city centre. Or at the Christmas Markets you always said you wanted to take me to. I have tirelessly pictured the Fairytale Castle, and almost tasted the Vindaloo at Mango. I have dreamed about white sausage breakfasts together. And of us drinking coffee at the University. I can almost see you waiting at the airport two hours before my flight arrives.

I am going to fall in love with you all over again, in your city. In my fairyland.

Why can't Wednesday come already?

Rock star Dad

If Harvey's Bristol Cream and Flush/Teen Patti/Flash reminds me of my dad(in a good way, my father is neither an alcoholic nor a gambler :P), taking into account that I haven't turned out that bad, my dad must be a rock star. I will consider myself successful if I'm half as cool as him(again, taking into account my kids are not that bad).

What beautiful Saturday nights are made of

- Doner on chips with chili sauce
- Pear cider
- Autumn Apple candle
- Project Runway episodes