yeh, nah…

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…this video didn’t make me homesick at all.

 

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Sarah x

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stock-stansted

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After cleaning the bomb-site of my flat the morning after the incredible surprise birthday party my amazing London girls threw for me, I sat down on the couch, head throbbing, body aching, face yawning. Shearer was dying on the couch opposite me and we were trying to remember what had happened the night before. I opened up my laptop to jump onto deliveroo in the hope that some greasy, delivered takeaway would cure our pains. Oddly, the first thing I saw when I opened my thin silver mac was a bright blue celebratory screen…

CONGRATULATIONS! PACK YOUR BAGS – YOU’RE GOING TO STOCKHOLM!

Ahhhhh sh*t. I really have to stop doing this.

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