It's raining men...
We overslept this morning. I'm not entirely surprised having walked the equivalent of a half marathon over the past two days, and we just about made breakfast. We did all the usual Christmas stuff today. Carnaby Street, Regent Street, Borough Market, mulled wine (again), chocolate covered bananas and caramelised nuts. There was also the issue of the very inclement weather. Wandering around the whole A to Z of London, the husband decided that a purchase of a hat and scarf was necessary. Being a fairly sensible woman, I had brought a hat, scarf and gloves with me, but the husband, being of tougher stuff (he hails from the north) had proclaimed that he was no southern softy and would deal with whatever the weather had to throw at him in a manly fashion. Fast forward to late morning, the rain was chucking it down, and the manly fashion had morphed into wimpy whinging about a chaffed chin due to an evil coat zip and a wet head. And so began the hut hunt. We tried sports shops (t