One may, with good reason, expect the world
to stop when chocolate eating competitions in the kitchen at five in the
morning, Italian cooking classes with a vegan twist, pain au chocolat
engineering works and other amazing adventures to that effect abruptly cease
until further notice, leaving you with a number of bruises on miscellaneous
parts of your body, Hamlet’s dilemmas over your toothbrush, a smelly stuffed
raccoon the size of a child as a door stop and almost socially acceptable
eating habits.
However, surprisingly, New Wave songs keep
playing and Italian Christmas cakes again will find their way to you and cupboards WITH FUCKALL IN IT sit untouched in the
middle of the office and the world carries on turning; and just as surprisingly, you may realise that
you kind of see some beauty in it, be it in the form of smiley hungry
people, or tailored shopping advice, or punk department stores with
breath-taking vintage ceilings and coconut cream, or Christmas presents coming
all the way from China; so you don’t mind strolling along for a little while; and if you slip or
stumble or don't win the lottery on the way, you’ve got a brand new Italian moka pot and two whole
jars of the most delicious festive fruity dessert all to yourself; and in the unlikely event that no one else picks you up, they will; and they'll hold your hand and carry your bags and walk on with you.
