That London

This is the day off I was supposed to take last Friday. We went up to That London to hang out with Charlotte's (and my, really by this point. But she was Charlotte's friend first so she's Charlotte's friend) friend Sophie and her kids.

We met at St Pancras and walked along the canal (which is beautiful) to Camden, looked around the market (which is an absolutely intolerable cacophany; a sustained assault on all my senses), had some lunch, got massively shit on by a pigeon (it went in my hair, hit my shoulder, landed in my pocket which is where my camera was so my camera also got shit on. It was weird) seethed for a while about being covered in bird shit, experienced some personal growth as I learned to live with the volume of shit that was on me (remember when James Acaster said whoever needs to hear this: any amount of shit on you is too much), walked back to King's Cross, looked at some pin badges (more personal growth - I didn't buy a single pin badge. Be proud of me), saw this woman doing an incredible pose on her narrow-boat, farted about at Coal Drops Yard, bought something from Uniqlo (I can't personally-grow at everything. If I'm in a Uniqlo I'm buying something soz), made a friend at the Carhartt shop, and came home.

Solid day off. I am tired. Hope you like lists and not breathing. Do you hold your breath when you read in your head? Never thought about that but I expect you do.

These photos do not deserve to live alongside the other ones but I still like them. Also if a place is doing paneer, I'm going to be eating that paneer. Bonus points if it's a burger.