Maybe, I say maybe it looks like that my mind has returned to its usual flat state (it’s only temporary, no worries) but my heart still crashes on Harrod’s walls haunted by an insanely furious Chester. It’s not Christmas yet for God’s sake!
The scenery was majestic. A classic, washed in light, 1906 Victorian school.
The crew…fantastic. A group of super kind, freaking stylish English girls. Thank you so much folks for that one & only experience. Words are not enough.