Right before I left for Stockholm I spent a day out in the sun with my ultimate babe Ornella. I know her from back when I a little teen and ran around in Dalston every night of the week drinking K-cider in dirty flats of boys we didn’t know.
We walked around Shoreditch that’s changed so much in the last year that I didn’t recognise half the shops or cafes?! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS CITY. I feel old. She told me about her pet turtle who died and that she dramatically found floating around, drowned in his little puddle. RIP Franklin!
Also walking with her around London is a nightmare! I kept talking to her just to turn around and realise that she had been stopped to get her picture taken, for the eleventh time. The struggle of being fab.