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The timeless tale of a special place where magic, hope and love grow. I'm sure that many people are familiar with the story about the Secret Garden? This afternoon, with a little help from my friends, I was introduced to possibly the largest secret pub garden in Kent.
The entrance and surrounding area are misleading because when you navigate through to the exterior, there's an expansive open space! I arrived alone as Gossip Girl was catching up on the latest news xoxo. Several friends were there, enjoying the sunshine and the mouth-watering barbecue. After reacquainting with everyone I attempted to participate in a game of football which did nothing to ignite any enthusiasm for the World Cup. What's wrong with me? I still can't feel the excitement building inside for the tournament. I suppose after a lifetime of competition failure I have realised that we won't progress beyond the Quarter Final stage. Maybe I should consider showing my support with those disgusting England flags that appear to be popular at the moment!! Then again...