I think we've skipped autumn and gone straight to winter. Brr. No fair; I love autumn. Today at work my toes were cold, my hands were cold, my nose was cold, and my back was cold (man I hate that), but all that was of no consequence because inside I was warm and smooshy from the wonderful beanpot's anonymous love meme. Aw, peeps...! *gets teary*

Tonight for supper, the were-burger:

A is such a dork. ♥

Heeheeheeheeheeee! There's a thing called Nightmares and Dreamscapes on at the moment, a Stephen King TV adaptation, and everyone's telling these American honeymooners in London, "Crouch End! No! Don't go there! Arr, 'tis not a place for strangers!"

I'm very familiar with the place. It's urban and busy and literary and has the most fantastic bakery. And where they've gone is TOTALLY not Crouch End, in any way, shape, or form. I mean, it has its spooky aspects - it's fairly near Highgate Cemetery for a start - but this is... not it. *is amused*

*looks it up* Yeah, I can understand Stephen King being inspired by Parkland Walk, though.

(Fun facts: Gillian Anderson lived there when she was a child.)