As you can see, Jonny'd gone burger-deep before I'd even had a chance to snap. But it *was* 4pm and we hadn't eaten since weetabix.
Pit: today wasn't a great day, as travelling days go. Waking up to find Jonny's phone was completely broken, we spent an hour on a bus so we could spend two hours and all our money buying a nuevo one in an electronics shop. Then on the way home, DESPITE stopping for a burger, I was in a strange mood and one silly thing and one not-so-silly thing made me cry hot, sad, self-loathing tears.
Peak: I didn't used to drink it...but these days a cup of tea is the answer to everything. Especially drunk under a blanket with mascara cheeks in pjs.
So day 349: if you think something the colour of milk, and mainly consisting of milk, counts as 'tea'