I love this post from Lorna – please don’t like or comment on my reblog – hop on over to Gin & Lemonade and say hi!
‘Isla, do you like America?’
‘I love it.’
‘Mumma used to live here.’
‘Where? In the toilet?’
We were in the bathroom. Although, she can be sarcastic, too. Not her fault.
And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom. I can’t even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with my kid, so Neil was on bathroom trips while we were in NY.
They were in the bathroom and I was enjoying an iced cinnamon hazelnut latte from Toast. (And my coffee order never has more than four words in it, so I’m assuming you’ll keep reading/we can still be friends.)
It was the first Monday of our trip. Everyone got up at 5 am and went in search of breakfast hours later. By the time I was sitting there with my coffee it was 10, but felt like lunch.
We couldn’t find bagels…
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