I know it's bedtime. I didn't have time to talk to you earlier today because i was being very busy earning a living all day followed by meeting a friend at a rather *niche* little bar where we ate tiny portions of exquisite food with pink wine served to us by hipsters in their mid twenties, as all hipsters are i suppose, and listened to Miles Davis records played on an old fashioned record player.
We had to order an exquisite and tiny cheese platter because we were still hungry.
The cat did not want to look at the camera his morning. He apparently didn't care for his collar either as he removed it some time during the night.
We're going back to the tiny inner city hipster bar next month. But if the slightly too cute waiter with the pretentious accent calls me sweetheart again we might have to repair to the pub next door.