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By Roz. 

There's no such thing as bad weather, only a poor choice of clothes and transport. Sadly my choice of clothes and transport are usually poor. The former because my wardrobe never seems to have exactly the right item in it, and the latter because I'm obsessed with cycling (and don't really remember that there are other options).  

And thus it was that at 11.30 this morning I set off into town on my bike, wearing jeans, to go to the cinema to see Glorious 39 (which wasn't bad and had very pretty clothes in it). I emerged from the cinema to find the skies had opened. Always resilient, I sighed and battled my way into Soho for a little Christmas shopping in the rain. The rain came down harder and I wished it wouldn't. I then woefully made my way over Waterloo bridge, shunning (with considerable sorrow) the turning for home and made my way to Bermondsey to go to the Design Musuem, having solemnly promised the very long-suffering manager there that I would finally pick up the bottles of prosecco that were left over from our wedding. At this point the rain turned to sleet. I ploughed on. As a reward to myself for having finally got there I went to the downstairs cafe to have mulled wine and a mince pie and to greet the very jolly cafe staff who remembered us from our wedding (not least because of our demand on that day for a cup of tea and a caramel wafer). Feeling festive, I gazed out of the window and thought how pretty the snow looked. And then realised what I was seeing, and contemplated the fun of getting home on a bike with 6 bottles of prosecco in the snow. Having picked them up, I made my way through the streets, rapidly acquiring a snowy hat, frozen fingers and (worst of all) jeans of ice (the sleet that had previously drenched me having refrozen). But Bermondsey Street was very pretty indeed and the restaurants looked very inviting (if expensive).  

Speaking of inviting restaurants, things are looking up in Camberwell with the opening of Angels and Gypsies, the tapas restaurant that has been so long-awaited. Whilst I don't think 3 years is worth waiting for anything for, it is very good indeed, with a lovely ambience as well as excellent food and good wine (bottle of house red is £13 and most of the dishes are £3 or £4 (for vegetarians anyway). We've been twice already and I'm finding it an excellent incentive not to cook. Though, we're not off there tonight - instead we're going to Rosie Lovell's pop-up restaurant in Brixton. Speaking of which, I wonder how we should get there. Perhaps this is the moment to rethink my approach to transport...
 


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