I love Italians.
I miss Eleonora the foreign exchange girl, she was so fun :’)
She taught me the true meaning of Christmas :’) But seriously she was larger than life and so laid back and quite frankly a genius. One of those people who you feel privileged to meet and you could never forget no matter how hard you try.
What I am trying to say is Cumbrian lasses around me are looking more alike everyday and I crave a girl who, like Ellie, amazes me. Not Ellie though obviously because she lives hundreds of miles away in a country that speaks a different language and is going down the skids!
Still, wouldn’t mind a cheeky stop off in Rome for some clothes. There is something about Italian shirts that catches my eye…
Now to finish things off I give you a lobster I drew on paint.
