Losing points.

Craig took me out to dinner on Friday night. And I repaid him by making him follow me over to St Pauls at 9:30 at night, in freezing weather, so I could take photos.
He even carried my tripod.
(side story – the service was so bad they gave us the meal for free. Plus dessert. So we love them again)

St Paul's at Night

Ghost Trees.

St Paul's at Night

Ghost Trees

St Paul's at Night

Walking

St Paul's at Night. Ghost People

Zoooom

St Paul's & Firefighters at Night

St Paul's at Night

Craig cleaning my lens

(He even cleaned my lens)

St Paul's at Night

Babyface

I gave up when it was starting to rain and I realised he wasn’t wearing gloves and was jumping up and down ever so slightly. I don’t know if he was wearing a jumper under his jacket.
Worst. Wife. Ever.

New yair, new hear.

I said I would cut all my hair off …

Au Revoir long hair

But part of me never thought I would.

Post Haircut. Traumatised

New hair and Huge Necklace!

Note: The last time I had hair at my shoulders (AT, not ABOVE) I was 11. Eleven. Or twelve. I forget but it was definitely OVER A DECADE AGO.
Crazy.