I was strolling through one of those pop-up markets that appear in posh places (like Islington).
Very dangerous business indeed. Especially if you have a bit of cash jingling in your pockets. Nothing like a market to fleece you off it.
A lady at a stall said she loved my hat, and in a moment of compliment-haze-madness I was conned into buying one of her £8 bags of home-made hot chocolate.
Imagine if every time someone paid me a compliment I handed over cash. What a dolt.
This better be the best frikkin hot chocolate I’ve ever had.
I’ll report back when I’ve tried it.
BTW: I have a MASSIVE backlog of images I havent uploaded (since August. Christ).
I know my 2.5 readers of this blog will be more than keen to wade through all those.