Sadly, being here has meant I couldn't go to Brighton Pride with Eleanor. WOE. But, paralympics!
Oh, we climbed the Pudding Lane Monument. And I went down behind a very little boy who was telling his parents a long and earnest story about how Peppa Pig could fly all the way up through the stairwell, but then he would fall right the way down and splat on the ground and DIE (accompanied by much giggling). It was endlessly entertaining :>
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