After all, this photo was taken at 1:15 this afternoon:
Who needs the sun when you have neon?
Or tinfoil stars?
Or Europeans ignoring GIANT DISCO BALLS?
This street wasn't even trying to be creative about it. I can hear the installation guy now: 'Giant light bulbs? Like Christmas tree baubles? Or glass balloons?' 'No. Just giant light bulbs.'
I got to cover this gorgeous turf with a simpatica girlfriend who has the same job I do, and we spent a significant portion of our time gazing into the illuminated windows of perfumeries and woolly-clothing-shops as the rain drenched us thoroughly.
I can't imagine why I've had the same head cold for three straight weeks.
And then I get home, three short, ram-packed rush hour trains later, and there's this waiting for me, sent all the way from Buenos Aires from one of my favourite people on this earth:
OH THE ANTICIPATION OF A WRAPPED PACKAGE.
YOUGUYS LOOK WHAT WAS INSIDE. Vik DESIGNED this. She ILLUSTRATED it. She CREATED it. This beautiful, beautiful diary that I cannot wait to use:
Honestly, she's so gifted I don't even know why we're friends.
I should go now - I've got leek and potato soup coming up for dinner and it's not going to puree itself - but lots of holiday affection to you, and see you tomorrow!
Big hugs and lots of love,