we went to lincolnshire for the weekend.
normally, no matter what, my sister’s birthday weekend heralds the beginning of The Hot. usually it’s clear blue skies and glorious sunshine, we braai (that’s barbecue in english) in her beautiful garden, and complain about how quickly the ice cubes in our drinks are melting.
this year there was sleet.
and she was in the throes of DIY-woes anyway (it’s a family thing, clearly) so we celebrated with a birthday lunch at mum & dad’s house instead. inside. with the heating on.
we ended up perched at that table for TWELVE HOURS as the chatting & lols continued late into the night.
hey don’t you hate, right, when you’re laughing so hard that you think you’re going to be sick? when you can’t catch your breath and your muscles go into spasm, and there’s so much tears and snot running down your face that you can’t see, and you slide helplessly onto the floor in an uncontrollable, hysterical mess?
or is that just me?
they look kinda pretty, right? but they are UNCOMFORTABLE!
39 and a half years 12 hours of sitting.