i've moved into michaela's spare room temporarily whilst i sort out my digs.
she lives in a lovely part of west london, very hip and happening, in a great house with two flatmates. it worked out great - the third flatmate mitchell had to move back to nyc for two months, so it gives me time to sort my shit out.

so as part of my self-induction into the palace as we call it, i had a bunch of fabulous people over for dinner. or rather, canapes which substituted for a meal because frankly who can be bothered to cook for a party over ten. plus we have all this french wine at home to consume, so it was a great excuse for a party.

so the one who got away popped in, and brought his brother sam along. and by the middle of the night, sabine my new flatmate had become quite chummy with sam. so much so that whilst we migrated to the many bars in the neighbourhood, they left early. and when i stumbled home early in the morning, i encoutered him en route to the bathroom. i couldn't help it, a childish huge grin appeared on my face.