Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Eleventh

Jammy doughnut, smoothie and strawbugs.

Another late night, after dancing until well past witching hour, hence the late posting. The weather was glorious, so much so that I acquired a quite ludicrous bib-shaped sun burn during the afternoon, which looked rather silly when I changed into my glad rags in the evening.

The funny thing about donning glad rags is that my friends are generally, genuinely shocked to see me looking well turned out. I suppose this is one of the hazaards of working from home. I am, more often than not, make-up-less and dressed like a tramp when I see people after work.