Sinistry in Primrose Hill

Today I really wanted to do it. Really really really. From the bottom of my heart. I just felt that this is the day. So I went to Marks and Snarkz and got myself stuffed with it. All sorts, jelly bears, chocolate bars, cookies of all kinds, sodas and took the tube up to the Camden. I walked with decisive steps all the way up to the charming little village on the hill with its little French cafées and bars and trendy dressed-down celebrities (didn't spot a naked Jude on any balcony though, a bit of a deception, but hey, you can't have it all I suppose).

Anyhobido, dragging my bags off goodies I headed for the playground, and saw what I wanted to see. Just couldn't believe my luck -- the whole family Organicio with perfect bony wife G with perfect trendy talented husband C and their amazingly perfect little fruit, all there at the same time. So I stood there watching them from afar and when I saw the little one by herself, I just did it. I went over and opened they goodie bags and just fed her face with all of it. Can you believe the face of happiness of this little Hummos child? She just munched it all in a go and I sneaked away quickly from the crime scene. The only thing I regret is not having the possibility to see the horror of the faces of the parents when they realize the horrendous fact that they child has eaten pure English sweets? I only feel a bit sorry for the little one, the detox she will have to go through the next three weeks must be a pure hell.

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