Hello. It’s been a while, ay. I’ve had a week’s holiday, you see; celebrated my birthday and headed down to the homeland with the boy in tow. It was suitably lovely and booze-fuelled and I had my hair cut, at last. We spent some touristy-type-time in London (the boy’s a real tourist, after all) and we also popped down to Brighton and nearly got blown away. The wind was so strong that we had to find shelter in Jamie’s Italian – it’s definitely a cut above the usual and I highly recommend.
We went to some rather trendy, lovely and as yet untainted places in London – I will fill you in further on all of that once I get my photographs developed. Couldn’t possibly tell a story without those. But for now, a few clues from my phone…
Oof, I’ve finally updated my wordpress – it takes me ages to succumb to any sort of computer update (creature-of-habit/don’t-like-change). It’s awfully odd round here now. My font’s gone all type-writery and everything on the screen has spread out really far. It’s throwing me right off my thought pattern. Still, anything to get me away from a constant stream of dreadful news. A shocking state of affairs, quite frankly. Where do we go from here, I beg? But anyway, other than listening to the news and nomming on generous helpings of leftover lasagne, I’ve also spent time catching up on my reading à la Sylvie Vartan. Well good. Shame about having to work later.
Well, I feel like the weekend is already over, when really, I’m only halfway through – what a treat. Did you all enjoy The Wedding? WE DID. We celebrated with bunting, patriotism, a cardboard Kate and Wills (which proved handy for waving at passers-by later in the day), Pimms, fizz, bangers’n'mash, fish’n'chips, cupcakes’n'cookies, dancing to Julie Rogers, laughing about nun shoes, pointing at horrible hats, singing along to Jerusalem, praising the Queen for wearing buttercup yellow, cheering at Phillip for being a general loose canon, wolf-whistling at Pippa, crying at Spitfires, cooing at the bridesmaids and page-boys (and, of course, emitting the odd squeal when Becks came into shot). All in all, a day to remember. And now, for the anthem of the day and a snapshot or three. Enjoy.
…i even tried to run away. You just can’t run from the funnel of love; it’s gonna get you someday.
Morning. I started my day with a brisk walk (I left something at work last night and needed it), a huge coffee (a feeble attempt to de-puff my eyeballs) and a toasted bagel (marmite, if you must know). Most enjoyable. It’s the little things, isn’t it? I’m now back home trying to make the most of my morning off (you know, moaning about the fact that Holly isn’t on This Morning and important things like that). Also, I’m having a massive Wanda moment these days. She’s another one of my defaults. Go and have a listen – she’ll make your day (her version of Brown Eyed Handsome Man is particularly phenom).
I don’t get many Sundays off work, which means I’m ever so appreciative of them when I do. Today I woke up whenever I wanted, had a leisurely breakfast with my boy, wandered into town to get the paper and accidentally discovered the reduced-because-it’s-sunday section in Waitrose, ommm. And now I’m sat here gradually working my way through said paper, flicking through some blogs, and keeping half an eye on the Jamie Oliver marathon that’s on telly (I just look up whenever I hear the words CHEESE or CHOCOLATE). I must say, the blue skies and beaming sunshine probably helped. I wouldn’t have had anywhere near as nice a stroll if it had been raining. But a sunny Sunday with Waitrose treats and the big spring issue of Style magazine? Rather-bloody-lovely-thank-you-very-much.
Holidays = fry-ups, daffodils, card-games, coffees, lazy lunches, a-film-a-day, milkshakes, trying to be creative, cooking, snacking, popcorn, cosycosycosy sleeps and the joy of waking to blue skies. (This time, I’m wearing Rokit vintage t-shirt, vintage leather jacket from eBay, Urban Outfitters satchel and necklaces, American Apparel corduroy circle skirt, and ASOS loafers. Cor, what a menagerie.)
February? Since when? Nope, I haven’t been anywhere even vaguely exciting. Just trudging to work and back, searching in vain for a new job. Humph. The only thing spicing up my life at the moment is my daily EAT fix and my daily Chuck Berry fix. Nothing new there then.
Yesterday I allowed my Christmas shopping to be interrupted by a cheeky cappuccino royale. Not at all naughty. It came with the promise of an Italian biscuit, which, in truth, turned out to be a flake. You wouldn’t catch me complaining about that though.
You’ll be pleased to know my washing machine is fixed. It only took ten days. Can you imagine? So I’m off work today and am officially the laundry lady. Unfortunately it’s raining, so I won’t be able to hang anything outside to dry. Typical.
But first, coffee and crumpets. That’s in my top five favourite breakfasts. Perhaps even top three! And for dinner (I know, I’m over-reacting slightly to the sudden change in temperature out there) I’m going to attempt my first ever stew. You know, a proper in-the-oven-for-three-hours stew. Who knows how that will turn out. But at least we’ll have clean clothes on while we’re eating it.
‘Ello. Away I’ve been. It’s been the boy’s birthday, you see, and there was family to see and drinks to be had. I cooked up a wonderful birthday meal on Thursday night (even if I cooked enough pasta to feed an army) and I surprised my boy with a fondue set and we melted and dunked and mmmmm’d. I even got dressed up for the occasion (you’ll see my silhouette below, believe it or not). We had the post-birthday breakfast of our dreams at Giovanni’s (you’ll see that below too, mine’s the one with the beans, his is the one with the egg – he doesn’t like beans (freak) and I don’t like eggs (not a freak)). We sat on some trains and spun some records and saw the biggest dog ever in the pub (seriously, biggest ever) and played some Scrabble and made mojitos and had a beautiful curry. And I took some photos! Here yer’are….
Oh, and p.s. The sausages were cut in half. I didn’t have 4 sausages. I mean, really. And also, there are massive shoulder pads in my dress – I don’t usually look like an American football player. And the feet are mine and the boy’s. And the tiles are lovely, aren’t they?
