The luxury of getting old

They say if you suffer a shark attack you better go back to the sea soon, to swim, or you will be scared of it for life. Last year I lived a metaphorical shark attack, while living and swimming in the inspiring seas of Londontown, and I recently went back so i will not relate nice places with suffering. And what I found is the joy of having made good friends there, which is the best thing ever, as cheesy as it sounds. This post is dedicated to them and to the birthday presents they made me, a nice collection of objects that are demanding a place in the 53m2.

(The cake, champagne candles  and the book come from Esther)

 

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