Sometimes, my camera stays zipped up in my bags for weeks. This week, I pulled it out and got back into recording my life.

It’s Christmas time in Cambridge. This building is the Guildhall in the centre of town.

One of our last coursework requirements was to participate in a roleplay about the construction of an incinerator. I played Joan Wensley, the local beekeeper.

After 2.5 days of intense roleplay, we went to Browns, a bar across the road from the Engineering department.

You know it’s Christmas in England because everyone is drinking mulled wine.

In fact, here is our house’s version of mulled wine. My housemate, Di, cooked up a feast for us to celebrate Christmas.

She also made gingerbread cookies and chocolate chip cookies. I think I’m getting pudgey.

Last Saturday, I took the train to London.

At Christmas time, there is a temporary market at Covent Garden. Most of the things for sale are a bit trashy but Jon, Damjan, Di, Phil and I really liked the old fashioned telephones.

Christmas time in London involves lots of fairground stalls and thrill rides at Leicester Square.

There’s also a merry-go-round at Covent Garden. I think it’s festive. Damjan thought the tinny merry-go-round music was obnoxious.

People lock up their bikes all over town. However, this is the first time I’ve seen a giant unicycle parked at a pole.

Damo and I saw the Royal Ballet perform Sleeping Beauty at the Royal Opera House. Unfortunately, I kept nodding off in the Prologue. Coffee soon fixed that. And Act III definitely overstayed its welcome.

There are lots of Christmas lights all over London. It’s pretty but I can’t help wondering about the electricity bill.