But this weekend I managed to force myself out of the house to be reminded that Christmas is oh so close and indoors is always a better option.
Saturday saw a slow start to the day and led me to Winter Wonderland to join a monstrous queue to get in. It was borderline Antarctica but the incredible glitz and colour allowed a brief respite. I was able to extract my gloved hands from my pockets for a millisecond in order to devour a delish, and freshly baked, cinnamon pretzel! The others opted for a gourmet pie and it had started to go cold before they even got half way through eating it.
The pie was ditched in favour of the most fear inducing ride. While I thought the zip lining type activity looked the best (and the winner of most likely to cause face frosticles), it lost out to the 'blizzard'. A giant stick gleaming high into the sky, four people strapped in for their life at either end. Terror and ice, all mixed into one.
An amazing, and huge, Christmas fun fair, it was packed on a Saturday evening and the Christmas spirit was high! I even saw a couple of Santa jumpers a la Mark Darcy in Bridget Jones.
We headed home the Park Lane route (where else do you get to see a limo parallel park between two Jaguars?) and arrived home just in time to thaw.
The Other Boleyn Girl followed for a bit of British education and the historic Anne/Mary debate.
Sunday was a lazy day, the biting outdoor temperatures felt only for a trip to the supermarket and a big walk around Finsbury Park.
I also received my first Christmas present from a colleague at work, a wonderful chocolate assortment, and even got a Christmas-centric postcard from One Directions Harry, through the form of a certain redhead.
Something for the wall to keep the spirit alive in the ever decreasing temperatures. Dreamyyyyy.
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