This is number 48 Doughty Street in London’s Bloomsbury, not far from where I live. It was the home of Charles Dickens. On my way to buy some last minute Christmas gifts on this bracing Winter’s day I passed the many doors of Doughty Street and imagined myself back in Dickens' time. I could hear laughter and merriment emanating from each building as I passed. Arriving at number 48 I clearly heard that famous line “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body!”. Now you might just think I had been imbibing the electric soup? Not a bit of it. Just good old imagination.
Thank you to all who have read my jottings over the past year.
Have a very festive time and a good New Year.
Here are some of the doors of Doughty Street for you to use your imagination on. Listen carefully. Can you hear the laughter?