Hark the herald…

One of the loveliest elements of a London Christmas are the angels that float all the way down Regent St, their wings lighting up in constant motion. There’s another beautiful set that snake away up Piccadilly.  At one point Regent St was doing sponsored lights - I still remember the Frozen set with a shudder but they seemed to have settled with the angels for a few years now.  

I blipped this on the way back from dinner with Jo, which make explain why they are blurred, or maybe it’s the darkness. 

A day in the office propelled me straight into an inclusivity session with an outside charity called Mama Youth which was sobering and worth doing.   

Then I barrelled through the day with meetings and chats - moving towards making an offer on our lead but it’s an unexpected one so I am a bit nervous. 

Then dinner at Honey and Smoke which was absolutely delicious and a train ride home reading a script and then starting on Tokyo Vice on the iplayer.