I woke at six today to get in the car and drive my mother and I to a HUGE antiques market on Kempton Racecourse. Antiques are the only thing that I will in fact drag my lazy bee-hind out of bed for at such an unholy hour and my god was it worth it. Think, italian market/flee market/antiques roadshow/portobello road and you have this beauty. From taxidermy (porn) to knock off french romantic furniture to fabulous vintage jewels. I was in heaven. I’ve come away with two new items of jewellery, standard, and a beautiful lamp. Tonight, wine, tomorrow Dulwich and then a birthday dinner. Fuck me, I forget how good it is to be home.
