Today I’ve sent a bunch of gifts for my brother and his two flatmates who were kind enough to let me stay with them for super long.

It’s Sunday and I had a really nice lazy, but not lazy enough to be sloppy kind of a Sunday. I missed being in London, because this kind of Sunday probably would be best spent in London. It’d be like this: A chilly but nonetheless refreshing run at Hyde Park to begin the morning, then to a Sunday market (where I will probably get a bunch of tulips and a homemade scone) followed by a modest but delicious brunch at a small cafe with a patio. Then when back at home, I’d be spending my late afternoon baking a batch of blueberry muffins and/or cooking a not exactly extravagant but not a whipped up dinner either kind of a meal with the plenty of leftovers for the next day. That is a nice day.