Solar flare

"The sun has got his hat on, hip-hip-hip-hooray! The sun has got his hat on and he's coming out today..." 

God, I hated that song. I had a primary teacher (at Burnside - what's the world coming to when the head teacher has her own blog??) who used to force us to sing it every year and I always detested the childish lyrics.  Well, until I looked them up five minutes ago and discovered it's exceedingly appropriate nowadays.

Annnyywaayy London seems to be bathing in sunlight for the foreseeable future, i.e. until the weekend starts, the yobbos have changed into their t-shirt-flip-flop combos and it's time for Duck to get his bling on.  Thankfully I returned the ghastly Marni x HM shirt I bought online and used the money to buy bit of real Marni sparkle from Bicester Village.  I think I might be over these high/low collaborations, the fabric quality always lets them down and I do like being able to touch my own clothes without gagging.  I usually find the quality is lower than the store's own usual gear - I guess they have to spend more on printing, etc?  Let's do the math, as they say: 

Bicester 60% + special 10% discount + £50 gift voucher = HM prices

Some of the glass (plastic) spheres are filled with what looks like chunks of pyrite and the other metallic balls are so highly polished you can spy my own reflection in them.  I'm going to go stand in front of the gold building next door and dazzle the traffic until an ice-cream truck crashes and spills its delicious contents onto the road for me.  Or until I get stabbed by one of the Queen's Park gangs for, you know, wearing women's accessories in the street.  

xxx
Duck