One of the hardest thing to do, ever, is to categorise and label greatdays and put them in words. If only I had a bag full of hallmark phrases.

Here’s a pic I took of Deb taking a pic of Di and herself.

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When you’re up at 845 on a saturday morning, and going swimming to accompany your favourite triathelete train for her osim race, you know this girl must be pretty special.

It’s almost fascinating. Because I’m no sports fan. And I’d rather you torture me by making me:

eat at burger king
collect cockroaches
walk into a movie 5, 10, 15 minutes late (argh)
consume satay (!!)
clean my room
loan you my new camera
smile at screaming babies
drink peanut sauce
wear stilettos

Anyway, I haven’t had such a grand saturday in a long while. We trawled antique furniture shops, lusted after nicely bound books, took pictures (that would be verynaughty of me to post) and had a great meal to make up for my swim.

If only everyday was a saturday. :) we ALSO had the most sinful chocolate cake ever + beer because it was a vv hot day. And the chocolate cake melts in your mouth. Like seriously.