Ok, sure, there were crowds and queues and you couldn’t sit down – but it was fabulous. Neon-lit lion dancers, lanterns everywhere, dozens of strings of cranes hanging from a pergola thingy, and most magnificent of all – Doughnut Time!
We wandered up the road to see if there was anything on at the flicks, and wound up at San Churro having hot chocolate, because there wasn’t. It was like a night in Bangkok, except for the absence of ladyboys and poisoned cocktails.
Self-portrait having endured election campaign.
You’d think I’d twig to the coming of my birthday month. I couldn’t find the calendar page, but I decided I liked this one even better. Boy, fetch me my cudgel!
It’s May! Time, apparently, for a little dancing and some winged horse action. So, pretty much like Woodstock in a doublet. Huzzah!
I must be the April fool because we’re 4 days in and I just realised we needed a new thread. Huzzah to the crisp nights and shorter days, surely it can’t be long before we thrill to Winter’s chill embrace.
Time is Marching on. Soon it will be glorious winter!
The month of love. The fact that it is also the shortest month is not at all coincidental.
Mindful of Q’s reception and iIssues, I thought it best to start a new thread. OK, let the chattering commence.
It’s what, three weeks to Christmas and I haven’t done a single piece of shopping. Not one piece! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Well, go on. Say something.