A trip to the children's section at Manor to shop for a friend's month old baby. The loveliest, tiniest t shirts, wee little socks in little bandboxes, small, perfect jackets with little hoods- the most enjoyable shopping experience that I have had in a long time.
The wonderful drunk-ness of a Gertrudstrasse party. Playing and loving and dancing to the same songs every other weekend. Being the dijjay. Being eccentric and temperamental and wilful and exuberant.
New socks.
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