Topshop jacket and dress, New Look boots, clutch from Hong Kong.
Yesterday, in midst of torrential downpour, the boy and I skipped out of town for an unexpectedly enjoyable Saturday night. After taking part in a ridiculously belated Christmas dinner, gorging on too much pear crumble, and making our way through a generous amount of wine, the boy and I headed out sans company for a taster session of Brighton’s nightlife. The experience was very wet, stupidly spontaneous, and littered with plenty of cocktails and laughter. Next time we will remember an umbrella.
