For some reason I happen to be a telephone retard. As Kix said, when talking to me on the phone you have to treat me like a retarded child with dementia. Especially if you happen to speak english. Its like a part of my brain shuts down my normal understanding and nothing sticks. It doesnt matter if I ask again or if people repeat themselves, once i hang up its blank.
I go to all lenghts to avoid speaking on the phone but the few times I have to it always causes problems. Without a fault.
Last night was a simple phone call to decide when and where I should meet O. I still have no idea what we said but it was obviously not what i thought since I had to send him this message:
Poor guy. But, that should teach him to ALWAYS confirm with a text, im not to be trusted on a phone.
For the first time in weeks we saw some sun. That calls for matching nail polish for my homeless feets. (kix have proclaimed my feets look like a homeless man’s)
We went up to Notting Hill for a glass of wine and a friday feeling talk. Elin was this happy even if she didnt drink.
Peter was ‘gräsänkling’ and took me on a roller coaster shot ride ending with jägerbombs and blurry photos of restaurant flowers.
Saturday started with yet another viewing. But this time we hit gold and found our dream apartment. In a matter of minutes it was signed and paid and we are now (fingers crossed) moving in to our dream home soon.
I spent saturday night at home eating ice cream and watching these two bad boys get ready for a night on the town. Given their innocent looks you can tell they are up to no good.
Sunday came with sun and me and Elin went out for a three hour walk through London. Best was a little 80 year old lady who stopped us and told we had lovely bodies. Not every day you get chatted up by sweet old ladies.
We ended up at a lovely place called Cafe plum which served a wicked granola. Yummy!
On the way back we passed our new home and tried to break in to the fancy Queens tennis club around the corner. We were not wanted. So our goal is to find a way in before the year is over.
At home Elin presented me with this gift. Without being presumptious this might be the best gift ever! Vampire keys! I’ll be the coolest kid on the block.
Not much to report at the moment. The Mansions family are all in various stages of vacation mode taking it easy on the social and partying front. Elin and me are apartment hunting, Kix and me will be donning our most traditional english gear and go walking at Hampstead heath this saturday, Im hooked on american crap Tv and lazy when it comes to the work out and there is a feeling of tiredness in the flat.
The only one who’s still representing is Tompa – he and Laxen will do the full moon party on saturday. The spontaneous reaction from Elin and me were ‘over our dead bodies’. Quite a long way from earlier this spring.
We had a white themed summer party with work so what better than dress up in a sheet and put some gold in your hair. Worsk every time.
The Maria girls rocked the party
Thats what you call team work
On Saturday it was Tompens 21st and he celebrated drinking champagne coctails while the rest of us were doing crazy things like mint tea, juice and coffee. The downside of hanging out with people way older than you.
But at least they look happy, must be all that healthy shit.
I took a little walk on the church yard and photographed the movements of the birds. I wonder in what chapter thats covered in the beginners guide to photograpy.
Grave stones – thats definitely #5. Unfortunate that our church yard is so pretty, dont really give that ghastly morbid feeling.
Tompens Bday dinner were celebrated at garlic and shots with garlic meatballs. Yummy!! After this the other went to a strip club and I was sent home to rest in front of the TV eating ice cream and watch crap american series. Best thing ever!
Look at that adorable baby girl. High five! She and me will have so much fun together my little star fish. I’ll teach her everything I can (maybe less on the partying and more on the reading)
And her brother – coolest kid ever. We’ll play ‘Blod Svente’ and ‘Jocke med kniven’ until he turn way to cool to hang out with his aunt. Then I’ll try to impress him with stories about London and he’ll just look at me saying ‘whatever’ cause its just so ancient history hanging at night clubs in west ken.
Their dad got his priorities straight. Fill your guests with wine and keep them happy…