Myself and D to the Ario took our fave wee Scot out to celebrate the big 3-0. Because breakfast is the most important meal of the day (also the only meal that day) we went for a spot of breakfast at The Breakfast Club in Spitalfields. And a good start to the day it was, those bottles of prosecco didn't drink themselves later on...
The hairdresses opted for the chorizo hash thing, and I had a cheat day and went for pancakes. Beyond generous portion size and absolutely de-lish. They even gave Rea a glass of prosecco as it was her birthday. Um, where's ours??
I gave Rea - a self confessed selfie obsessive - a Selfy Stick for her birthday, which went down rather well. Also a card with Selfie Whore written on it. What can I say, I go with a theme and run with it.
We had a mooch around the market, then headed off to Brick Lane for a peruse round the vintage shops. By 3pm it was time for a drink so we headed to the Book Club where the debauchery began. Thanks Charlotte for ensuring those bottles of prosecco didn't run dry.
After that we headed back West (where we belong) and went to our usual haunt in Saint John's Wood where we met our pal Sammi. Two bottles later and I was quite frankly sozzled. I was clearly drunk because I was loving drinking rose. I usually hate rose. See ya, taste buds.
9am meeting the next day, I do not remember you. Happy birthday Rea! X
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