We set out with no real destination in mind, planning to walk and go exploring, or at least walk to a restaurant and explore the menu. We stopped to have a look at one of the tacky tourist stores Ro loves so much, and that was when it happened. I fell victim to... the Onslaught of Cute.
|Could you say no to this face?|
So I am now the proud owner of Darwin, the Morbidly Obese Penguin.
|A dramatic re-enactment.|
|Benedict Cumberbatch was right here!|
|A Van Gogh, in plants.|
|No, you blink first.|
|Having big hair is srs bsns.|
|Is this how humans eat? (Still no.)|
|Chopsticks to manual.|
Then things got much more exciting, because we finally made it to Hamley's, my favourite toy shop, despite the problemating gendering of toys (but what if I don't want pink fluff and glitter?). Five floors of fluffy things, moving things, flying things, things with wheels, things to build and things to play with. Endless joy!
|WALL OF CUTE.|
|Hard at work.|
|Dinosaur vs house/TARDIS.|
|Dinosaur 1: House/TARDIS 0.|
|My birthday is the 17th of March. Just saying.|
We emerged after nearly two hours, a little muddlebrained, but feeling that we'd more or less done enough stuff to call it a day. So we bought groceries and retreated to the flat, deciding that we could always go out again later, if we want to.
(Spoilers: we won't.)