You can't take the faux-wife anywhere.
For some reason Instagram didn't repost this, but yesterday after consuming enough sushi to demolish the fish population of an ocean.
Me and Dan headed in to FNAC with a litre of sangria and two beers already down, to search for home wears.
I'm fairly certain I can add FNAC Bercy Village to the list of "places we might not be welcome in".
But who cares our up coming apartment will look so awesome with everything on the list, oh and the incredibly racist kitchen ware I demanded we have. So hipster.