Saturday night spent in, working on the blog, updating, changing, one eye on pinterest. Quiet night after starting the day by being in a swimming pool at 9am and aborting a trip to London from the train platform to go and buy a cake tin to bake a lemon drizzle cake. Cake that hasn't been eaten yet and will be part of the birthday celebration tomorrow. Hopefully with a barbecue, Pimm's, stripy yellow skirt and a lot of sun.
While scrolling through my hundred and something posts, I came across Memphis and Graceland. And our night in the Heartbreak Hotel. We had breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel (before 7am) and it was miserable. It'll make sense when you listen to the song.
Arctic Monkeys - Piledriver Waltz