We only had a few hours left on Sunday before the boy was due to depart and leave me sobbing away in good old Manchester (correct this is the part when you are meant to feel VERY sorry for me).
It was very tempting to spend the remaining time cuddled up in bed but a rumbling stomach and an empty fridge made us pop into my next door deli for some breakfast.
The food is good. Not amazing but good.
The boy went for a full english (for the non-english among us this consists of baked beans, mushrooms, egg, crispy bacon and sausages oh and not to forget some warm crusty (in this case burnt) bread).
So I decided to be a Frenchie and chose one of my all time favorites, a salad nicoise.
Time was running out but there is always spare time for a decadent last-minute shopping trip.
Those who know me are aware that one of my many obsessions are shoes. Embarissingly enough my wardrobe was approaching an explosion as a result to innumerable pairs of shoes, many of which haven’t seen daylight in years. After giving away half of my collection to charity last month, I made a promise to myself.
No. More. Shoe-shopping.
I have been a very good girl and kept my promise & it was going so well until I saw these little sparkling babies…
The boy saw the desire in my eyes, was feeling generous and bought me the silver version (technically this means I didn’t break my promise right?).
Before saying our goodbyes we popped into Tesco’s for a few Krispy Kreme doughnuts (without doubt the most sinfully delicious thing you can enjoy with your clothes on).
A short but sweet visit and one of the best weekends I have had in a long time.