The promise of vacation; of lazy days by the beach/pool/boat/lawn with piles of books and magazines and endless cups of coffee. The reality of course is hours spent at the bank/builders/DIY store.
I have to say though, there’s something very special about walking in to the bank and being greeted with a hug. Not having to produce ID, and having the assurance that they will email and let you know when the paperwork is finished. Or possibly stop by your house to let you know on the way home. That’s what you get for having grown up in a bank family and for keeping all our accounts at the very small and very local SEB branch in Hunnebostrand.
Shoes of the day are flats from Burberry. Bought in the flagship store in Knightsbridge in London. Our weekends in London were often spent in one of the parks on a lawn chair with a newspaper and some coffee (or Pimms on a really good day). And then a stroll trough Knightsbridge and Chelsea on the way home. With or without a shopping bag in hand…