Yesterday was my last chance to get to London - there's no time off between now and the end of term, and once we finish on Wednesday I'm going straight to Cambridge, feeding dinner to Vicky who has a deadline the next day, hanging out with Becky and her giant bottle of mead, then taking the train to Stansted in the morning. So I went to Carnaby Street and ended up in a kind of card-wielding fugue state in Kingly Court, doing practically all my Christmas shopping in an hour. Though on getting home and looking through my parcels I noticed at least one complete lapse of judgment, so I'm hoping the ones that are already wrapped are okay. I'm still looking for a couple of boy-type things - always the trickiest - but I can always get them when I go to Gothenburg.
Then I went to the Sacred Café, and they did a little flower in the foam on my latte.
Nationalities I was mistaken for yesterday:
- American (by the proprietor of a just-opened tea shop, who apologised for the abundance of decorative fake reeds)
- Spanish (by a mildly insistent guy on the tube)
- Swedish (by a Swedish guy in a men's clothes store)
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Herlig.
"-Ahh, madame-jeg ser at De er fra De Forente Stater, de må virkelig ha oss unnskyldt alle disse uekte interiørdetaljer, som sikkert opprører Deres følsomme new-world sans for estetikk."
En dag med blomstmønster i latten er en fin dag. Som seven-11 latte-kunde er jeg selv ansvarlig for pynten, og det blir gjennomgående "brune cumulusskyer på vit bakgrunn". Fint det og, men ikke like auspikiskt.
mamma
Erika, har klærne jeg bestilte meg fra AA kommet enda?
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