Just got back from a little mini holiday. Managed to spend some time in New York and squeeze in some shopping in London. Also attended a fab birthday party, ate some deliciously wonderful food, wrangled a sunset on beta beach, and had the most tremendous amount of fun every. single. second. Literally. Sometimes I have to stop having fun just to realise how much fun I keep having. Not sure if y’ulle know, but ‘van’ is my middle name. No jokes. Say that aloud. Check all this fun out:
Having fun on a see-saw in a park in London.
Having fun with a little sunset on beta beach.
The fun we had to go back to after the beach.
Just 'funning around' the loft.
Having fun with some 'chill 3D glasses', rapping to the guards at the gate. (Not sure how much fun they found it - maybe counts again the fun?)
Having fun with Neurotic Harvey. This is basically the most fun cat around. He stands in front of the mirror high-fiving himself for hours. True story.
The extremely fun cake from M's fab birthday party.
The boyfriend having fun with some 3D glasses and our very fun plant. And look at that fun piece of art in the corner that says so much about our fun lives as young technophiles.
Me having almost unbridled fun with a scarf. Can you handle it?
Friend Kath having extreme fun at my extremely fun table at home in the loft.
Being bros with a giant bear. So much fun.
Romantic, yet still fun. It's too much.
What do y’ulle think? Should I make an effort to have less fun and ‘be more serious’? Do I need to ‘grow the fuck up’? Please let me know. Your feedback would be appreciated.