Monday, May 7, 2012
Fortune Favours the Brave
ahem.... HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you've all had a wonderfully festive holiday. It was really lovely to be able to go home and see my family and hang out with my cats for a few days. I think I rather shamefully spent most of my time in my pajamas watching Christmas films but it would be rude to say no to Jingle All The Way and Scrooged...
Above is essentially my day, but compacted into a small space on my living room floor. Perhaps not the most productive use of my time, but there you have it. For Christmas, my Mum handmade my brother a hot water bottle cover made out of Super Mario Bros fabric, which I highly coveted. Consequently I began my day attempting, perhaps in vain, to make a pair for myself and Charlie. It has, however, finally provided the much wanted opportunity to purchase the Tom's Jets fabric from Liberty; I will keep you posted on their progress. Another project for 2012, set as a vague new year's resolution, is to start reading through the BBC's list of top 100 books, I am starting with Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Sadly I didn't quite manage to capture the bizarre apocalyptic weather we seem to be having. On my way to lunch I narrowly missed being hit by the acrylic signage of a kebab shop falling off a shop front on the Essex Road. I was then greeted at home by my neighbour's window box and its content on the steps. The poor plants didn't stand a chance. True to form, my boyfriend is now mentally designing something unnecessarily elaborate (much like a cartoon evil genius) to secure our box to the window. I just feel a little cheated of snow. It's as if we've carelessly bypassed it and skipped straight to it's irritating younger cousin, heavy rain. It's saddening to think we might actually have to wait an entire year for the mild possibility of snow. (Take me somewhere cold?)
Highlights of today included an amazing noodle bowl and green tea, seeing Sara Cox at lunch with a million children, escaping the rain (and kebab shop sign death) on the walk home, celebrating Char's birthday while simultaneously spying (quite unsuccessfully) on Chris Moyles scowling in a pub.
at 2:11 PM