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had the most gorgeous long weekend – a leaving picnic organised by my dearest work pal da in regent's park, strawberries and bread and humous and dates and cake and endless goodness, my friend ad brought cocktails he made in old wine bottles and bags and bags of ice, we stayed until the sun set and everything turned lilac, we ended up in the same old pub we always do and my heart broke knowing this is the end of something.
the morning after I made myself coffee on the stove surrounded by flowers and cards, I wrote goodbye emails, then I tried to get out of my head by walking in the park over the barrows, I walked and walked until I reached the market where I saw my friend ly and she had arranged a huge bouquet of white tulips and lilac candle larkspurs in a beautiful paper wrap. we picked up sandwiches from the trendy spot and then with j we headed to our local where the spring parade was in full swing, people dancing in the alley and waving flowers. jem brought my a bouquet of red tulips and hyacinths which I cradled in my arms until a kind stranger gave me a pint glass of water for them. after the parade a huge wooden table and chairs were brought into the street where fiddle players sat around playing folk music under the string lights. we stayed until close and then we went and got chips, all my flowers under the bright lights of the chip shop was kind of beautiful
when I woke up j had made coffee for me in bed, then we walked over to telegraph hill with our friends, m had brought me a bunch of yellow roses which I carried in one arm. we stopped at an stall outside a house on a leafy street, collectively we bought books and trinkets. we landed at the pub where our friends were having their first day in the kitchen making sandwiches, everyone had one, we were greasy and sunned and full of bread and happiness. when the weather turned me and j walked home and had a cosy movie night
I don't even know why I'm diarising all this but to say it was lovely and I wish I could remember every detail, the way someone's eyes were when they smiled, the way light touched tables and glasses and made everyone shining, the way I felt when I fell into bed with nothing left in the tank but feeling full. things end but things also come alive again in the spring, it's been a perfect way to enter this new phase