Sad as it might be, I still enjoy the same things now that I did age 5. This includes the Smurfs, funny straws and petting zoos. Seeing as I live next to a Spitalfields City Farm and had not yet visited it - this hungover Sunday was the perfect time to go.
I get that it's winter and that the city farms may not be the most happening of places, but I would have hoped for something more than a bunny and a coriander garden. If you're going to dedicate a garden to just the one herb - why choose coriander, the most disgusting of all in theory edible leafs?
Maybe having lived close to Hackney City Farm in the past have raised the bar for all city farms so that I have unrealistic expectations....? After all, Hackney City farm has a pig named after me who listens to my troubles when I care to share, they get goat babies every spring and they have great duck eggs that makes a mean omelette.
Walking through the ghost town that is Spitalfields City Farm did most certainly not cheer up my Sunday. Until I hear the familiar sounds of an 'eeyore' and the excitement is back on! I just love donkeys.
And what a cute donkey it was. There wasn't a name sign or anything, so I decided his name was Luigi. I didn't name the other donkey that later appeared or the tiny pony as they wouldn't come hang out with me. Luigi however did. And he was super fluffy and sniffed me. I love that in both men and donkeys.
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| Close up of my new boyfriend, Luigi. |
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| Luigi's pals - they're currently unsupportive of our relationship. I'll win them over. One day. You just wait. |
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