So my sister and I were talking outside before, having the casual cigarette, you know - the usual? We were briefly talking about exchange, and London and New York came into conversation.
The conversation had ended.
Until then, Steph excused herself and headed to the bathroom to dye her hair. Before you know it, I hear her thumping, sprinting down the stairs and jumps down the last couple of stairs, stops and opens her arms and says 'lets go to France!' in her bra and underwear.
Lovely Steph, just lovely.
So it looks like Steph and I, and perhaps Monique are making our way over to France next year for a visual arts trip.
Shit fucking yes.