Skate wings, and Rose's new gloves

It was such fun- we went skating yesterday at the Natural History Museum; the internet told me there were no tickets left but I know the internet is a compulsive liar and I used my wind-up field telephone instead. The ice was wet and slippy (why is that always such a surprise?) and we whizzed about, eventually having to play tag as the rink was so crowded. But I think the word exhilarating was invented for skating's proximity to flying! Ari came, and there were assorted teenagers too. It grew dark while we were there and the trees were lit up with twinkling fairy lights, with a massive pale blue moon behind them. At the end, I couldn't get the left skating boot off my foot and was resigning myself to the fact that for the rest of my life I was going to have to accept the nickname 'Giantblueplasticskatingbootfoot', when a kindly gentleman executed some deft digital moves and whisked it off my foot at lightning speed.
And I've just got back from Barnet High Street, where Rose sells the Big Issue. Look at these beautiful gloves she knitted! I think it took her quite a long time. I had some like this once, and the fingers reminded me of x-rays of fishbones, which of course made me like them even more. Hello to you, Rose, if you Google it and find it- it's always nice to chat to you!