PS. We picked apples and made cider. Oh and an apple cake too!

One morning, we woke up to lights through the wooden blinds barely covering never-ending windows. Coffee got made. And we sat on the steps overlooking the garden. Early signs of autumn, drawn to the earth in the shape of dew that made our feet wet as we walked to the apple tree. Apples as white as snow. His dad said they were called Transparentes blanches. ...

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J’avais oublié – Kanelbulle

[I had forgotten – Cinnamon buns] I had forgotten about the smell of bonfires and forests; coffee made in a cast-iron pot, with as much water as we put ground beans. I had forgotten how blueberries taint your hands; and your lips. And how small they are meant to be. I had forgotten how it feels like to gaze at the milky way, when the ...

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Bonjour avril

[Hello April] The not-so-official April day-dream list. I want café frappés, the best euphemism of a kind that involves milkshakes for breakfast. I want to wear a sequin top and leopard ballerines from dawn till the next. I want a Bloody Mary in my hands and his lips on mine. And I want to see the stars when we look up. I want to see ...

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Bonjour mars

[Hello March] Right now, there is a snowstorm happening behind my window. Not unlike London turned into a snow-dome. I used to love them. And really, not much has changed since. But if there is one thing I know for sure, it’s that by the end of the month, trees will be coated in a snow of blossoms. And days will get longer. And fuller ...

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Baity kitchen

172 walton street, SW32JL http://www.baitykitchen.com/ I’ve told you about Baity before. Well, mostly about that absolutely adorable guy with the glasses and his Greek iced coffee. But, really, this place is the dimestore diamond of Chelsea. It’s understated, in the best way possible; especially when all you get around are 12£ lattes (remind me to tell you the story of that Russian café we retreated ...

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Goodbye, hello

I didn’t take enough pictures. At least not with my favourite camera. In fact, I think I had forgotten how to see the beauty in the unexpected. Some things can’t be forgotten, they say. I rode my bike through a rainbow of sunsets. Most often than not, with a baguette and a bottle of wine cosily snuggled into the wicker basket. We cooked and ate ...

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And all the trimmings

I’ve been trapped into a world made of stainless-steel and ovens going off. A happy – and at times, not so – merry-go-round of services, and gin and tonics. Of course there was an occasional bloody mary too. And really, I hadn’t realised how long I’d gone for. Not unlike when Sookie spends a day in the land of fairies, only to realise years have ...

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Note #2 – On heart-shaped dreams

“I am just a dreamer, and but you are such just a dream.” — Neil Young That moment when I’m going all tumblr-ish on you. Yes, it’s time for it. PS. And the worst part is: it’s not over. PS bis. You can thank the amazing type-writer. PS (the last one). What’s your all-time favourite love/dream quote/poems/line?

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She fell in love with… #6

London, September 2012 You should see the skyline today. Nothing like it and yet, I haven’t found anything better than clouds blanketing everything around us. Not unlike closing your eyes to the mountain sun. Not unlike that moment when a plane crosses herds of clouds. Not unlike a sea of cotton around a desert island made of pillows and wool blankets.

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Bonjour octobre

[Hello October] Some may wonder what the point is really, to say hello when it’s almost time for goodbyes. Well, let me tell you a story. Or more accurately the end of it. At times, beginnings don’t matter. We’ll start with the very last kiss that made our lips burn and the cab-meter go well past a fiver. It was cold and well into the ...

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