Jabber

Mad dashes to the supermarket with Face in the cold are always an adventure! Yesterday we saw a rather hansom stranger, and I will happily admit my mind has wandered back to him and wondered on his whereabouts in relation to the proximity of our work…
It’s still frightfully cold and Face and I have a habit of getting a little silly in the cold, particularly when trying to get some A (train station or our office) to B (home or the supermarket). I don’t think its just entertaining to us, I’m sure the other pedestrians around use enjoy our useless jabber spoke at such fast speed that even the Gilmore Girls heads would spin!

This is a prime example of all useless jabber I just spoke of, but I wanted to set the scene for this pic I stalked from The Satorialist because it reminds me of Face and I and our pedestrian adventures (if Face had brunette hair like suddenly do or if I was as slender as Face is! OR if we were both impossibly French!)