The first weekend in December was a busy one here in London! On Saturday morning, I took E ice skating at Somerset House. She enjoyed it so much last year in Vienna, I wanted to take her again this Christmas season.
As I previously mentioned, with Christmas activities in London, you need to book well ahead, or else things sell out. But that means you run the risk of it pouring down rain the morning of your ice skating time slot, as it was this Saturday.
(I was going to title this “Kicking off Christmas,” but I realised that is a very American thing to say, as here “kicking off” means starting to throw a fit. So I revised to something that sounds a lot more British.)
This is our third Christmas season in London. Yes, Christmas, not holiday season; the holiday season here means summer vacation; and even though in general I find this a very tolerant melting pot of a city, Brits don’t seem to be concerned about religious political correctness surrounding Christmas the way Americans are, hence every public school child performs in a nativity play, and no one seems bothered by it. Continue reading →
You know how ugly Christmas sweaters have become a thing in recent years? I’m pretty sure England invented them. They LOVE their Christmas “jumpers” here. People—all ages—wear them all December long. Remember that scene in Bridget Jones’s Diary when she first meets Mark Darcy and he’s wearing the reindeer jumper?
Yeah, in reality, he wouldn’t be at all embarrassed about it. I’ve seen so many men rocking around in their Christmas tree jumpers and they totally own it.