Bleak Christmas

I drank mulled cider, sung carols, flicked peas, sung "happy birthday" to Baby Jesus, and sniggered when poggs pointed out rude words in the carols. I was not fooled when my pint became covered with cling film though.

I won a spinning top in a cracker and watched it spin and spin, checking to see if I was dreaming or not.

After that, I got lost and ended up in Dalston, and walked past four police vans in the rain underneath my frog-shaped umbrella, but that worked in my favour, as the trains were more direct from there anyway.

The bus to Finsey-Obay

"The bus was a tall and delicate thing of bamboo and rice paper, sheets of yellow, orange and pink pasted together and candlelit from within like a Japanese lantern." - Amaryllis Night and Day, by Russell Hoban.

I felt like I must be in Amaryllis Night and Day, after reading that the Magical Lantern Festival will have a life-size paper lantern London bus.