An Accidental Hipster

Oops, I gobbled it all before taking a picture…
It was a cheese burger and chips, and a Bloody Mary

This weekend, I was almost taken for a hipster, on account having the dog on a ribbon: I couldn't find the lead.

I've been knitting too. And I may have been wearing skinny jeans. I'm one artisanal bread away from defecting to London Fields.

Breakfast the Twenty-Seventh

Half a hog roast with haggis & apple sauce; half a cheese burger with onions & ketchup.
(Others halves consumed by Miss Ferguson.)

BreakfastAtTheFarmers'MarketToday. AsYouCanSee,IOptedForTheHealthyOption.

The above is in dedication to Brief Encounter, which I watched this evening with a friend. Every time I see it, it takes me several days to quash the urge to utter everything in clipped, anxious bursts.

And I'm not sure I'll ever cease to be amused by the scene with the preternaturally low-voiced little girl. My friend Miriam, the milliner, does quite the best Margaret impression. In searching for this scene on YouTube, I stumbled upon this Victoria Wood spoof. Too, too funny.