He’s a fool. He lives within walking distance of TWO lovely parks where he could bespokely enjoy actual autumn leaves and crispy approaching wintum vibes. Could take himself over the door of the small business that is Cafe 77 for some boojee pumpkin spice something to accessorise along with his £6 polyester scarf and mittens, and get some OG style boomerangs of falling leaves while he simpers smugly into his cuppa, so aye.
Nobody in the world thinks autumn is watching telly with a fleece blanket, plastic leaves, and 187 ugly novelty mugs, while party hats flutter from the ceiling.
Nobody in the world thinks autumn is watching telly with a fleece blanket, plastic leaves, and 187 ugly novelty mugs, while party hats flutter from the ceiling.