Little gift
So a belated birthday present from the city of London, I'm in Soho waiting for David (not really under very glamorous circumstances, so all kinds of thoughts circling in my mind), listening to my latest musical obsession 'Oh Wonder'. At one point, whilst humming along to
Afterparty
So even though tender after the party, I had to go cycling 30km and doing some unsolicited softball practice, because life is hilarious and it wouldn't happen if David didn't forget his debit card at mine and if we didn't stop randomly somewhere in
family
> Such a great afternoon, just some football attempts in the park and a lunch at Megan's, but the love flying across the table in all directions (plus we're all collectively in love with Alfie) makes it all very special. Really grateful for my expat family.
Sunday indulgences
Brockwell Park Country Fair this year around without the torrential rain, so we finally made it to the legendary sheep showcase (yes, the most impressive being the specimen from Netherlands, genetically altered to grow two buttocks muscles for more meat), some surprising reconnections at the cocktail bar, so yes -
Voiceover Fail
> Me trying to be all grown up and do a voice over first thing in the morning...This is me pre-caffein.
Summer (sort of) Buzz
> Just your standard 30km cycling trip to the Hyde Park in this Saturday's heat + a cider as a reward not the best idea, wearing shorts so tight that when I sit down it basically cuts off the circulation in my legs but darn am I'm
Bad days
Seems like Robert Fuldghum got it right: we do indeed follow in a way certain patterns put in place as far back as nursery school. I found myself in a funny old situation when one of my friends is banned from seeing me (OR ELSE!) by another friend of ours,
Sad Giraffe
> After dark activities include sitting on a sad giraffe's lap (although this one is broken and doesn't grant wishes I don't think), apple&passion fruit cider (also first but alas the last attempt), also a first ever romantic discussion over whether it
Round'n'round
> Well, it's the simple things (especially when rum is involved) (June, 2013, Shoreditch park full of dangerous youths including me and Klara)
A case of a pissing shoe
Alfie is slowly but surely out-witting me, which is a bit worrying, but I am up for the challenge, also one can't get away with lazy reasoning with the toddler anymore, as he understands the basic concept of consequences and logic and demands the world around him to
Circle of Life
To answer the pressing question of whatever goes on in the house when you're gone, Emma Melati Wee, and I'm on my babysitting duties, there totally is some softcore gay reenactments of the Lion King and I've made a big mistake(no pun intended)
Alex, tigers & evil six year old girls
I said it and I'm gonna say it again: the charity shops and random stray furniture are the best thing that happened to England since bread&butter pudding. It was hard to say goodbye to the charity shop tigers, but I think they found a good home