Yet another vintage fair. Does it seem like I go to vintage fairs every week now? I think maybe I do. This one was the affordable vintage fair at Bristol's Council House. It was a good time. Naturally there was bunting.
Moussaka for two. Lentil moussaka, that is. And, f.y.i., veggie cooking makes for a good date - you heard it here first.
Bristol. Oh how I love your colourful, kooky ways! I walked past the Occupy Bristol site today which is fast becoming what the settlers are calling a "slum city". Power to the people in action.
Tea. I live off the stuff. It's like my fuel. And now I've discovered I can buy it in pretty boxes like these from Higher Living... swoon!
Packing for Edin-brr (you see what I did there? It's going to be cold - geddit?) As you read this I shall be preparing to board a plane bound for a birthday extravaganza in the Scottish capital of Dùn Èideann (that'd be Gaelic. Boom.) Wish me a good one!
Have a great Sunday, sunshine.