some photos by me, some by GarethI spent my weekend in sunny Brighton with a man named Gareth.
I hadn't been down for almost a month and I was missing it dearly - I really needed this weekend. It was time for much relaxing, eating and laughing. We all know a trip to Brighton the day after payday is recipe for disaster, but what a beautifully decadent disaster it was.
I've been feeling super tired and generally swamped with anxieties that I can't fully recognise. I'm so over being home. Getting away - to somewhere that you love like you would a dear friend, lying in bed for hours eating takeaway pizza and drinking lattes in sunny cafes is a mind-healing remedy like no other. I didn't want to leave. I never want to leave.
Of course we had our token argument and experienced a stray drunk boy wandering into our bedroom at 1.30am on Friday night/Saturday morning ('of course' doesn't refer to the latter, of course), but apart from that it was pretty idyllic.
Monday morning can bugger off.