for the past few nights i have made a little tent out of my blankets & the radiator in order to funnel the maximum amount of heat into my little bed. it gets quite cold when i first turn the heat on, but warms up to get quite toasty once the tent contraption has warmed my bones.
yesterday, i saw charlotte gainsbourg fauning across the street from the café where i was quickly drinking milky coffee.
Thursday, November 22
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ma chere harriet,
i don't think that blogger allows for friendship, but you have a new bookmark & a promise of comments! (the next best thing...)
hugs across the ocean,
me
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