If you happen to be in North London and you see a female someone in pigtails (or not) meandering crazily but with purpose down the footpath, it's probably me. Not drunk, not stoned, not having balance issues, just indulging my love of stomping on dry brown crunchy autumn leaves. Set me free to run down the Mall to dear old Buckingham Palace on a sunny day in October and I am in heaven.
And the drunken yet purposeful look? Autumn leaves don't tend to fall in straight lines where I live.
And the drunken yet purposeful look? Autumn leaves don't tend to fall in straight lines where I live.
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That will be me in a week; except in NW London instead ;)
I'm not quite sure why, but there's something so enticing about the crinkle and snap of a dry leaf underfoot.
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