Abandon all Hope

As usual, an invitation has arrived to the RSA Christmas Exhibition. This is usually a goody - plenty artworks strewn all around the galleries and equally (ahem) enjoyable, plenty strange whisky cocktail concoctions from their sponsors. This year it was one measly room. And one measly prosecco! What a swizz. And we’d got all dressed up. Well, I’d put on black jeans. 

Earlier I’d picked up small boy from the nursery while his sister and mother had been to see Wish at the Vue (It’s awful, she reports). Unfortunately the minky had been sick on the way back but she managed to console herself with her beloved occasionally allowed dummy - here’s an extra of the happy little group.