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Today it rained and rained and rained. It rained as I had the best scrambled eggs I had ever eaten (fluffy as a pillow and creamy as a glass of milk) at the new Youeni foodstore. It rained as I found my perfect breton top at The Standard Store - Amor-Luxe, French, long-sleeves and boxy as all hell. (And as I tried on the most gorgeous navy blue oversized rain-coat with massive hood, bracelet-lenth sleeves and a pleat-back). It rained as I dashed home for birthday macarons and roses with my mum and her best friend. So I decided to spend the rest of the afternoon painting my nails, watching Law and Order SVU and re-reading one of my favourites, Cormac McCarthy's All The Pretty Horses. I really, really love the rain. More lazy, slightly sodden saturdays like these, please.
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