November, Last Days

Bare branches, cold skies. Dark early, twinkling lights on Oxford Street, crowds of shoppers, too many. Winter salads, chicory, apples. A weekend of bitter cold, spent largely indoors, calmer than last. Nights in with flatmates, friends, making crumble, watching films, drinking mulled wine from Moroccan tea glasses. Clementine juice for breakfast, an attempt to counter the early signs of a sore throat. Bust Craftacular on Sunday, a thermos of Earl Grey in the queue. Stamping feet, gloved hands, clouds of breath in the cold sunshine. So many talented individuals inside. Carrot cake and multiple purchases. Harry Potter at the cinema in the afternoon, crying my eyes out with Anna, loving the vast, desolate landscapes, loving the knitwear. A pretty mediocre day at work today, but off for fish and chips in Angel with the girls now. And M is back for Christmas three weeks today...