Glasses love.

My frequent forays onto public transport of late has led to me encountering some pretty ... well, diverse people.

One day I had a pleasant conversation with an old couple on the perils of sitting backwards whilst travelling (trains ok, buses never).

Another day I sat next to a girl who, when she opened her handbag, smelt like plasticine (not unpleasantly oddly enough).

Last week I brushed a mans crotch with my hand (it was Not like I was groping I'll have you know, and this was definitely not some kind of weird feely touchy bus.)

Oh and yesterday I stood too close for comfort next to a woman who smelt like rotten flowers. Don't know if she had been rolling about in them or whether you can actually buy perfume like that?

But I digress from the main purpose of my post. On Friday I sat opposite a remarkably pretty girl wearing these glasses. I can pretty much safely say I have never been in love with eye wear before (unless you count an affection for Harry Potter's optical aids), but now, now I want these glasses really REALLY bad. I do however get a sneaking suspicion I would look like the below picture rather than pretty train girl.

It was raining torentially yesterday. I think London looks even lovlier in the rain if that's possible. The grey sky is to me the best backdrop for this city and seems to increase the saturation of all the colours.

The sudden downpour also led to floury of cute umbrellas going up and a parade of enviable macs. One girl was wearing a Burbery mac - swoon!

Today I got given a peach, saw a man in a bowler hat and sat by a fountain for lunch. Good times.

Toodle-oo.
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