The long hair is still kicking around, we are almost back on track lads.
When the days are cold and the streets are littered with puddles, taking a trip to suburbia feels rather necessary. We exchanged a day of culture (we were meant to be gallerying it, the rain destroyed motivation for city life) for a day of eating.
I like the feeling of waking up to an adventure - it always makes me want to dress up, plus this pleather skirt really was looking for someone nice to show off. I never particularly follow trends in the typical sense but I have always had a huge soft spot for tartan 'plaid', theres some Scottish in me somewhere that craves that 'Braveheart' feeling.... finding tartan in a charity shop is even more exciting - thrifting & tartan all in one lovely bundle.
We schlepped down to East Dulwich to devour coffee and cake, in a coffee shop that served 'babyccinos'. Not sure I understand the logic of spending £1.50 on a minute cup of foam but you know, these toddlers do need there hit of coffee shop magic. As soon as I step over the East Dulwich threshold get hit by a sudden urge to buy overpriced vegetables and a dog, this feeling is always a welcome one. As always a trip to the toy museum in East Dulwich was firmly on the cards, we arrived with the excitement of three year olds at the thought of turning a handle, making the toys come to life - that was until the realisation that it was gone hit us. Such a hard blow, one we couldn't recover from. We left a two hour gap before feeling it was acceptable to head to the next eatery on the list, swapping coffee for pints. Walking home seemed to justify the day.
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