Friday, 25 March 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Self-conscious? Moi?
Yes. Strangely, it's true. There are days of such crippling self-awareness, one just can't face sharing one's inner anything with whoever might wander by.
All I can report for now is: my legs don't half ache from a weekend of very satisfying walking. Outdoor eating and reading inbetweentimes, very nice for March. And a lost hour in the basement of TK Maxx, Kensington High Street.
There's an excellent bread and butter pudding making it's way out of the oven any time now.
Last weekend I was forced to dress up as Fanny Craddock for a 30th birthday party. OK, nobody forced me, and it was an opportunity to wear the most wonderful frock which hadn't had an outing since purchase.
xx
All I can report for now is: my legs don't half ache from a weekend of very satisfying walking. Outdoor eating and reading inbetweentimes, very nice for March. And a lost hour in the basement of TK Maxx, Kensington High Street.
There's an excellent bread and butter pudding making it's way out of the oven any time now.
Last weekend I was forced to dress up as Fanny Craddock for a 30th birthday party. OK, nobody forced me, and it was an opportunity to wear the most wonderful frock which hadn't had an outing since purchase.
xx
Monday, 7 March 2011
Mornin'
Quite forgot to tell you about newest neighbour, who arrived mildly infuriatingly during the denoument to yesterday afternoon's illicit tv pleasure, Columbo. There's an irritating beep that goes off once a minute in our house and is keeping us awake, is it coming from your house? I haven't heard anything, but let me turn the tv off and listen, no definitely not mine. Would you mind coming round to my house and having a listen? OK. Would you mind coming upstairs, excuse the mess, we only moved in on Tuesday. Thinks: hmmm. Looks normal enough, and someone told me he works at the golf club up the road, and his girlfriend is in the front room, catching the end of Columbo. Can he really be an axe murderer? Standing in his bedroom, trying to stay silent to listen for the beep. Ever tried standing silently with a complete stranger, in his bedroom? The urge to say something polite is irresistible. I'd manage about 29 seconds of silence, and then say "maybe it's a mobile that needs charging" just as the thing went "bleep". I concluded it was his other neighbour's smoke alarm with a failing battery & made my excuses.
Shall post again with photos soon. xxx
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