As someone who doesn’t even have a whiff of a private outdoor space right now (the communal car park at the back of my building doesn’t count) I spend much of my free time dreaming of hosting guests for relaxed garden soirees (don’t be fooled, I had to Google how to spell this).
My friendship circle isn’t exactly overflowing, and most of my friends don’t…
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