Today after lunch I went to Spitalfields Market with Beth and Berlin.
On the train on the way there a woman took the liberty to turn around and tell me that I used the word "like" too much. Whattttt. Berlin and I just exchanged glances and didn't talk for the rest of the trip.
The market was alright, but I was expecting more. It was pretty big, just full of commercial stuff, especially the mass produced made in china dresses. It mostly sold clothes and shoes and scarves and bags and jewellery. There were a few original stalls. There was a pretty cool one with alcohol bottles that had been melted and flattened and had clock hands put on it. But there were also stalls with fake Cath Kidston and stuff.
There were some nice dresse, but I didn't buy anything cos I'm saving my money to get a warm winter coat and wellies and woollen jumpers :) Also because winter's coming and I don't need dresses. And they weren't nice enough to tempt me to buy anyway.
After walking around for about 2 hours we needed a refreshment and so we went to a coffee shop called The Daily Grind in a little corner of the market. My latte was horrible. The milk was badly frothed- like over-frothed, kinda like the texture of egg white when you've overbeaten it, and the coffee was bitter. I doused it with two sugars. And it wasn't particularly strong, but the colour was really dark. Just altogether wrong. I'm such a coffee snob. And I'm not even that into coffee.
Early night tonight, early morning tomorrow. I'm sleeping with my window open cos the central heating is ridiculously hot even on the lowest setting, and you can't turn it off. I've been like boiling the last few nights.
On the train on the way there a woman took the liberty to turn around and tell me that I used the word "like" too much. Whattttt. Berlin and I just exchanged glances and didn't talk for the rest of the trip.
The market was alright, but I was expecting more. It was pretty big, just full of commercial stuff, especially the mass produced made in china dresses. It mostly sold clothes and shoes and scarves and bags and jewellery. There were a few original stalls. There was a pretty cool one with alcohol bottles that had been melted and flattened and had clock hands put on it. But there were also stalls with fake Cath Kidston and stuff.
There were some nice dresse, but I didn't buy anything cos I'm saving my money to get a warm winter coat and wellies and woollen jumpers :) Also because winter's coming and I don't need dresses. And they weren't nice enough to tempt me to buy anyway.
After walking around for about 2 hours we needed a refreshment and so we went to a coffee shop called The Daily Grind in a little corner of the market. My latte was horrible. The milk was badly frothed- like over-frothed, kinda like the texture of egg white when you've overbeaten it, and the coffee was bitter. I doused it with two sugars. And it wasn't particularly strong, but the colour was really dark. Just altogether wrong. I'm such a coffee snob. And I'm not even that into coffee.
Early night tonight, early morning tomorrow. I'm sleeping with my window open cos the central heating is ridiculously hot even on the lowest setting, and you can't turn it off. I've been like boiling the last few nights.
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