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Lazy mornings in The Georgian Quarter.

Lazy mornings in The Georgian Quarter.

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Georgian Quarter

Lazy mornings in The Georgian Quarter.

I'm not sure how it's gotten to two weeks since I posted my last blog post - the last few weeks have simply flown by but I can only say that it's been a good thing. I've been filling my time off work with lots of plans, working on Girls in Work content and making time for my favourite people, and I love it. In fact, it almost feels like I don't have the time to go back to work in a few weeks! I can definitely see how being a 'lady of leisure' becomes a full time gig, and this girl isn't complaining at having a few more weeks to enjoy it yet.

Anyway, today's post is a little diary extract, I guess. This was last Monday morning, the start of a new week and I woke up to blue skies streaming in through the window and into my bedroom. I've never bothered buying curtains for any of the flats that I've rented, as I absolutely adore waking up to natural light, rolling over still snuggled under my duvet and looking up to the sky outside, and this morning was a perfect example of why. It just made me super happy from the second I woke up.

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After a quick scroll through social media, a photo of a delicious looking latte flashed up on my Instagram from one of my favourite coffee shops in the city. A gorgeous independent in the heart of the Georgian Quarter, tucked away on the corner and the cobbles of Falkner Street, it's just the perfect place to escape the hustle and bustle of the busiest parts of town, if you wish.

And so, my morning plans were decided in an instant. I got myself dressed, and grabbed my bag and my book as I ran out of the door to be greeted with the ever-so-typical Liverpool breeze (read: strong winds that make any kind of attempt of doing your hair pretty useless) from the riverfront. I love being back here, and I smiled to myself as I walked up to Falkner Street, taking hundreds of photos of my favourite buildings along the way, of course.

I arrived at The Quarter, ordered myself a latte and sat down on one of the marble tables outside, looking over the Georgian houses to the towering Anglican Cathedral and just feeling totally and whole-heartedly content and happy.

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After a while, a middle-aged couple came and sat on the table next to me, and they were one of those couples that you could tell had probably retired early. They just looked like they'd both had good jobs, and were now enjoying their Monday mornings getting breakfast together in the city. She had gorgeous, short blonde hair, perfect make-up, and was wearing a simple t-shirt, with beige trousers and a cardigan - probably cashmere - tied around her shoulders. He was also just as immaculately groomed and dressed, and they’re the kind of couple I think I would like to be in when I get older.

Elegant. Sophisticated. Rich. (Just kidding... maybe.)

They sat down and said good morning to me and flashed the friendliest of smiles (they were Scousers, of course, the friendliest people in the world), and a few minutes later, a friend of theirs walked past and stopped to chat to them for a little while. And then, someone else walked past and stopped to say hello to them too. And then, a third gentleman came and sat on the next table, to chat and order breakfast along with the both of them.

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This couple seemed to know everyone, but after a year in London - watching everyone ignore each other and be really damn rude - it seemed like the purest and loveliest of things to see this sociable couple saying hello and good morning to everyone who walked past.

After an hour or so, I figured I'd got my latte's worth and it was time to let someone else have my seat. I paid for my coffee and left to walk back down to my apartment on the docks. After a quick clean of the flat, I headed back out to Starbucks, with my laptop in tow instead of my book this time to knuckle down and get ahead with some Girls in Work content before the madness hits in a few weeks time.

Oh, and keep your eyes out for a little round-up of our 10 hours in Paris from this week. I'm so excited to show you all of the photos and let you know what we managed to get up to.

Soph

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