This morning I sent Wayne a picture of a really small studio apartment in the city which we both like a lot.
He sent me a message saying, “is that a microwave where the oven should be, or just a really small oven?”
I was so sure it was a quote from a movie or Flight of the Conchords that I spent 10 minutes Googeling it before I realised he meant the apartment. It’s a really small oven in case you’re wondering.
This is my playlist for December.
It’s filled with wonky music that’s inappropriate to listen to at 5am but you could get away with it down low at about 7:30am.