primrose hill fete

i've a lovely friend who's leaving london soon and was so kind as to gift us with a set of photos before she moved on to greener pastures. having never gone down the pre-wedding shoot route (the mister thinks it's lame hurhur) we don't have many photos of just us. but i've been itching to have a set of photos to capture some semblance of our day-to-day life in london. as you might imagine, this is only marginally more exciting in the weekend. J was an absolute sweetie and despite the mister's initial misgivings (he thought it was a pre-wedding shoot disguised as a post-wedding shoot!) he was a good sport about the whole thing. happy wife, happy life! he's learnt fast... and to be fair, J was our little shadow for about two hours. we started off at home and she took some photos of me cooking lunch while the mister watched teevee (THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS!!!) and of us pulling stupid monkey faces over a bubbling cauldron of chicken soup. not quite three witches in macbeth, but you get the idea. and after a nice hot lunch, we ventured to primrose hill and were rewarded for our efforts by a fete! that's sort of the beauty of london - it's so buzzy and there's always something going on that you never really know what you're going to find. fortunately, or not, most of the photos are of us stuffing our faces (not glamorous, and i am secretly horrified that J saw us at our gluttonous worst!) and washing everything down with bin end wine surreptitiously consumed under the table at a family-friendly creperie. yeah, totally classy that way :/