Cook that shit up!

I feel so rubbush. Hannah and I went to the farmers' market at 9 in the morning yesterday. Then, to make the most of the last time we would see one another before I went away, we decided to have a drink. That turned into a bottle gin, a bottle of tonic and some lime juice. We drank half of that in my studio at Elam, by about one in the afternoon.

I ended up getting home on the last bus home at like three thirty this morning. Her friend was staying at a really nice room at the heritage so there was some serious debauch going on.