camden market

I got on the tube at midday with the intention of going to Broadway Markets but decided to save that for next weekend. Instead I ambled for hours through Camden Markets. My oh my and golly gee did I see some amazing things. I discovered numerous vintage frocks that I would have gladly welcomed as new additions to my wardrobe had I posessed the money to buy them. I blame A: the bank for taking so long to send me necessary information needed to transfer my money and B: me for forgetting the pin number for my other account.
One of my favourite things about all the markets here is the food, not that I eat any of it, it's just an amazing sight. So many colours, so many smells and (i bet) so many flavours.

good evening camden

Friday night consisted of potato wedges, pickles, barbequed goods, giggles and the deadliest milkshakes to ever be consumed in Camden Town. Honest to blog.

Never again will I drink a milkshake. Especially one made with double stuffed oreos and vanilla ice-cream. Bad idea Angus, a very bad idea. To be fair, it was delicious but Sophie and I felt incredibly ill for the remainder of the evening and in fact for most of Saturday. Goodness me, biggest food coma. Ever.

shiny happy people

If only we could all be as happy as this fellow I snapped a photograph of last week. Oh, what a joyful place the world would be!

an octopus's garden

This friends, is the house from behind. I ducked outside not long before sunset to take these so you could see what I see when we play in the sunshine. The kids see flowers, trees and bricks but I see much more...

Rags

Moo moo was in quite a hurry to get inside.

on the move

Today I moved house, with the help of Sophie and Eliza. I packed my up my belongings and we took them for a ride on the bus, two buses in fact, to Richmond. I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that my whole life fits in a suitcase. Sometimes it seems like an exciting concept, sometimes not so much.
We carried my life up the stone stairs and through the big black door of number 23. It's a shy house, whose bricks are tickled by wisteria as it blows about gently in the wind. Mine's a small room, cosy and comfortable, on the very top level of the house.

A quaint cafe served me spinach and ricotta crepes for lunch, Sophie and Eliza filled their tummies with chicken salad. A train then took us to Brick Lane where we sourced vintage delights and warm bagels that cost no more than 25p, unless you wanted cream cheese.

Tyler, one of my new children, chased me down the stairs tonight to give me a goodnight kiss and a cuddle. That made me feel like one hundred dollars.