..because In dreams & in love, there are no impossibilities. 

My escape.

Countless hours relaxing in the sun. Copious amounts of ice cream consumed. Happiness is..

The day I learn to fly, I'm never coming down.

Mon dieu..it's Monday tomorrow..

In winter, I seem to spend my weekends watching countless re-runs of Sex & the City, drinking tea whilst rewriting my own life in my head & dreaming of moving to London and becoming a regular at Le Pain Quotidien. A wild imagination is never a bad thing. It entertains me to no end.

I love you to your bones.

For the love of tea.

I have an infinite love of tea that only tea-lovers will understand. I'm completely & utterly addicted. So there could not be a more perfect time than winter in Europe to have an excuse to stop every hour to get my fix. Preferably venti-sized.

'You can't buy happiness, but you can by tea..and that's kind of the same thing'.

When in Rome...

I ate ice-cream every single day I was in Rome. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes for breakfast. The highlight was a Nutella-filled hazelnut scoop of icy heaven. Usually, I would feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for having ice-cream before 10am...But as they say, when in Rome...