you missed brunch

babeses

the wolfpack got together at my house before we went back to uni. brunch, like we used to do in Malta. B made her eggs, R made the pancakes, G&T did the washing up (terribly and clogged the sink). it was lovely; we’re our funniest, freest, most genuine selves when we’re all together. but of course it’s not the same, we’re not all together and we won’t be again. you can see the gap in the picture¬†where you ought to be.