Saturday, November 12, 2016

Art and consciousness and turkeys and what

OMGYOUGUYS. It's just after 11pm and I haven't blogged yet today and to be honest, it's impressive I'm even awake. The week we got back from Japan - just last week?? - we were passed out in bed every night by 8, and awoke, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, between 4 and 5am. These hours were oddly satisfying ('we should be farmers!' we exclaimed, imagining cute chickens in the back garden as we drank coffee and read the news in bed, frozen feet tucked firmly under the blankets), until the night we had a birthday dinner at 9:30 and nearly collapsed across the tabletop in a dopey stupor at 11. 'What is WRONG with us?' we moaned in the taxi on the way home, hoping no one had noticed we slept through the dessert course. Five minutes later, Alan had to wake me again at our door.

Today was lovely - delightfully full of art and girlfriends, and punctuated by a brief stop at Fortnum & Mason to look at all the beautiful delights none of us can afford. The best part of the stop - other than the biscuit tin that played Christmas music - was this window display:

THAT'S what they're going to fight over?? 

Okay, I've got to shut this down because I am dropping fast, but I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow!

Big hugs and lots of love,

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