Red Bricks

I caught the Manchester Piccadilly to London Euston train home yesterday evening after visiting Daisy

and her rabbit, Serge, obviously.
It was nice to be back amidst the red brick

But I had forgotten how much colder it always is up North.
Time to dig out these bad boys

Which I didn't remember all being of the purple/grey/oatmeal family. Daisy was buying some of this thread for a project she's working on at the moment - I'm now kind of regret not getting some for snazzy repairs to my well loved chunky jumpers.

True to form I wore Daisy's clothes pretty much throughout my visit. She has the best wardrobe, have a look here.