London's river Thames, running its course along the city walls, is something to behold as the morning sun rises. So, too, is the day more generally here in London. Crisp air, sunshine, the pleasant smell of decomposing leaves. It's hard to believe it's almost Christmas and I was still able to sneak in an early morning run along the river.
Christmas it is though, and this afternoon we're off from the Sarah Landis-Kim Marsh shared household flat to buy a fir pine Christmas tree from our local lot. Sarah has been wondering if we can strap the tree to a black cab to get it home. I'm wondering whether the cheap lights we bought from Woolworths will produce more than just a few holiday sparks. I'm a worrier, what can I say?
An early Merry Christmas to all, I guess, and to all a good Saturday night.