So clearly the only way to recover from Rebel Bingo is to stroll around the crisp streets of Hampstead for their family friendly Christmas fair. It was while wandering around, marvelling at the lightness of my hangover, that I realised I've been having some sneaky bits of fun in London, amidst by unemployed days of bluuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that just seemed so never-ending.
SO, I present the twee of a London Christmas fair. To wit:
An organ-playing, 17th century fun carriage that promises to 'Enchant thine ear', which it probably does as long as you time your loiter for onlya few minutes at a time.
Organic, local tea. Tea of many leaves. So much tea. And then more.
Don't let those fairy wings fool you. She was hitting her stylish sister (nice gilet babes) with that hammer.
A REINDEER. A REAL ONE.
Pale ecru skies, bare trees, a red phone box.
Windswept stairs, keeping hold of those last few autumn leaves.
ALSO A REAL LIVE OWL. LIKE HEDWIG. BUT NOT WHITE. BUT STILL AN OWL.
Yummmmmmmmmm. Delicious and keeps your hands warm.
Curving brown facades, pale skies, antiquarian book stores, and inside jokes.
And shop windows that are begging for squidged noses and clouds of excited breaths.