Today started off--and ended--badly.
(It started with a job interview. A job interview which involved me tripping--and falling--ungracefully on the stairs. Did I mention that it was in front of--and between--the other candidates and boss? It was not my finest moment).
But the thing is, today became less and less about those moments and more, much more, about historical lanes, pots of tea and a very, very beautiful friend. (Her name is Holly. And she is the complete package when it comes to beauty--in my eyes, at least).
We study in the same city, Holly and I. And yet we hardly ever see eachother (and no, I'm not quite sure why). So today we had a long catch-up--and we drank all kinds of different tea. (Black Vanilla tastes a lot like cupcakes--a little too much like cupcakes. And that is something I never thought my sweet-tooth would say). We walked along the river, we reminisced about our respective Parisian getaways, and got stuck, right in the eye of a storm.
But most of all? We laughed.
And because of that, I want more days like it--days that can be turned around by so very simple things. (Not so much the embarrassment, though. That can go).