It's Thursday. You've worked Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, you still find yourself working. What to do? Why a little lunchtime drinking trip to the park methinks.
Paddington Street Gardens is a little hidden gem that's perfect for reminding yourself there's a world out there. Me and Michael decided Thursday was a suitable day for our boozy plan. It felt quite wrong, until I realised I am not 16 anymore, and in fact perfectly entitled to do such a thing. Only now it's better, because I can do it with artisan bread, prosciutto, sushi rolls and small bottles of wine from Waitrose.
It's the little pleasures.
