Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Saturday night - Sunday morning

And there was a bit of clearing up from the night before still to be done...


Southbank daft o'clock Sunday morning
Posted by westendmum at 07:01
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2 comments:

Chic Mama said...

Wow! Isn't that terrible! :0(

4 August 2009 at 16:41
westendmum said...

I know! Poor street cleaners, still it looks like everyone had a good time on Saturday night, and it was all gone within the hour.

4 August 2009 at 20:12

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