Peace, Love & Understanding

Today was our first proper day back at the flat, and we decided to have a mammoth clean up of the flat. Mum kindly brought us some leftovers in for lunch, and crazily offered her help; it took us bloody hours, and we still didn't get round to the front room. As a result, I felt knackered and not remotely up for going out dancing, but forced myself in to a joyful mood, and had a really amazing night. The local arts centre held a tribute club night in memory of a local man who was victim to the Paris terrorist attacks in November. He was part of the local club scene, and the arts centre was absolutely rammed with love and good vibes. It was such a fun and I'm sure fitting night.