Well, not quite. I was the good daughter - cooking, cleaning, entertaining. I was the bad daughter - grumpy about not having access to a car for the first time since I got my license at 16. I was the very disappointing, very bad daughter - who said she couldn't get back for another visit in 6 weeks time to look after her mother with a middling stage of dementia, for a couple of weeks while her father cavorted around Europe.
So I was in lock down most of the time.
But I got out to take the following snaps.
"98% caffeine/2% human, he was an espressoholic". After being ousted from their Courtenay Place home, scene of a many late night drink, Espressoholic is soon to open doors at the old Dorothy Patisserie shop in Cuba Street.
"Newtown - it's a bit shit". This Cuba St clothes shop had me laughing out loud.
Why can't all sewer covers be so pretty?