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Happy Friday!

Happy Friday kids!
End of another week and careering towards Australia Day public holiday next week. Are you celebrating? I have 20 millions bbq’s to attend but I’m not complaining!
Speaking of which I’m reading Zoe Fosters new book which Penguin sent me earlier in the week as I’m on a little sojourn at the moment. I don’t normally read ‘lady fiction’ and I’m happy to say that this is quite a snappy little book. I’m almost finished it, and while it’s not something I would normally go for has been quite entertaining whilst on holidays.
Anyhow back to the topic of bbq’s, this may perhaps be a completely Australian-centric thing but I laughed out loud when I read this in Playing the Field last night:
‘As per the Australian Barbeque Rule Book, the men were unable to move further than two meters from the barbeque for fear that a mystery sniper would pierce their skulls with a white-hot laser.
They stood there in their uniform of thongs or trainers, sunglasses, long baggy shorts and colourful tight T-shirts, beer in hand, muttering about footy and ribbing each other constantly.
Meanwhile, the host and her helper (in this case, Cassie’s mum Jan, a rotund woman in a floaty pink-and-white kaftan, who looked like she should be writing romance novels in a boudoir somewhere instead of handing out burnt sausages) ran inside and out with food offerings, stopping only to ensure everyone had some form of liquid in their hand at all times.’
Cute.

T-shirt: Hong Kong

Skirt: Camden market, London
Pearls: Primark
Heels: Urban Originals
Bag; Vintage(have had it for sale at the last couple of markets but no takers so now I’m keeping it!)