Happy days

Sunday night was Shore Club night and Charlie said if I was coming out he'd treat us with breakfast. I was gonna go for a bit anyway as I had promised Polly that I would, so this was the coolest bonus I could've gotten. Tuesday morning we started school at 10 so we rolled off to college happily after being fed with pancakes, several types of spreads and fruit salad all morning. We're lucky to have at least one Frenchman left in the house.

Speaking of being fed, last Saturday after work I went to see my Italian college bud Nicola at his workplace, Via del Corso at Westfield. I went home with a stomach full of ice cream (try the lychee sorbet, oh em gee) and a box of macarons. To die for, as usual.

I know the song has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but the breakfast was on Tuesday morning so I thought of it.
We were finding out who we are.