A drawing a day

Oliver and Miranda is doing a ‘drawing a day’ challenge which means the will draw a picture a day. For a year. Every day.

So far we are in week one. Here are some of their epic images.

 Miranda’s are all colourful and magic. Just like her prints. Love these little pink elephants.

 Or wrestler mask bears. You can see all of them giving birth to print ideas.

Oliver’s on the other hand are in pen, naturalistic and taking inspriration from things around him. Like my gnarly feet above.

 Or his own glasses. This is in bed, late, when we are waiting to go to bed. That seems to be standard.

The only nice picture he has drawn of me but I really like it. It catches how I feel when Im trying to escape the world for a bit in a book.

Train Songs

I found the best music list on Spotify – their compilation of Bluegrass. Epic. Today is spent feeling like im laying in the grass, chewing a straw and dreaming of clouds. Not sitting in the office putting together a presentation.

My doggie is the cuddle master. Give him a foot and he is happy. Last night he got scared by something though and woke up in the middle of the night barking and growling at the window. Hoping it wasnt someone in the garden.

We enjoyed Ols Easter gift. Love After Eight. So simple and yet so amazing.

And finally we got to see the 3 new episodes of GoT. Ive been holding my tongue not to tell people Jeoffrey were going to get it. Downside of having read the books 10 years ago.

Tube strike again. They love that here in London. There will be a lot of walking this week. Ill survive, even the chestnut trees are blooming.

Got greeted by sweeties when I came into the office. From work. Awesome!

If you can deal with Monday you can deal with anything

A weekend of socializing lies behind me. I feel exhausted. Im more used to the sofa nowadays.

On Friday night I started out with drinks with work and then went on to Wimbledon to catch up with the Unibet crew. Crazy fun as always to see them. I drank sambuccas and made Tommy dance. At midnight I snuck off to not do the mistake and end up in Poo Na Na.

Pretty happy about that the morning after even if I was feeling a tiny bit fragile.

Managed to get my act together and head up to the Heath to meet up with Tomlins and their monkey dog. We did a sunny walk watching little monkey eat rabbit poo and Wool try bomb the few picnics out there. Standard.

Eventually we went to the pub for a beer and a burger. Woolly did not approve, unless he gets fed too we shouldn’t bother. Monster.

Tommy and his little princess. That dog is being spoiled. But she is a little sweetheart though.

Its really blooming everywhere and next weekend we will try and catch the Isabella Gardens. (better get that picnic repellant dog necklace first or we’ll be chasing Wool all over Richmond)

Love that pretty much all our friends have dogs now. We have gone from drinking for hours in the sun to being responsible people taking long walks and talking about house mortgages. How the mighty have fallen.

In the evening it was time for Kix’s birthday dinner. I drew her a card. Made her look like Gollums and a Zombies love child. I see some potential here.

Oliver’s version of the same card. I spanked it.

We went to Charlotte’s Bistro in Chiswick and I ended up with drunken Stan and Seb. Dream Team. Im pretty sure I had the best seat at the table. Stan and me discussed romantic gestures and realized we are both pretty crap at them. That evolved into me deciding to up my game. I get foot massages every night and dinner most of them. Oliver get…well, me (mostly in a shitty mood. Somehow that doesnt come across as entirely fair.

The lovely birthday girl (and the reverse image of last years i based the bday card on.I wasnt too far off…)

We gave her a dachshund print by Hockney. Love these little fat guys.

On Sunday we went to see Maria and AP that were in town for a french lunch and then walking the scruff bag and sofa.

Consequence

Went to see Georgia’s latest play yesterday. Well, its was 3 plays in one and they were all pretty hardcore. A man getting challenged on chemical warfare, a murderer being interrogated and a mum drowning her child. Light stuff on a Thursday evening.

Ol, me and Adam were in a white room in Dalston Department Store. Next to the classic club Passing Clouds. Grim room, grim plays. So good it was truly unsettling. 

Georgia was great. Its weird seeing people you know act so out of character but she got me totally pulled in which is the mark of a good actor. If you can make even your friends completely buy it.

There are still tickets. If you want to see something really good and the opposite of heart warming.

Stage. Killed doll in a trunk. It says everything you need to know.

Tired when we finally came home after picking up dog from Robin and Kix. Woolly tried to get away with sleeping in the bed. Monkey.

Slivers of time

Its been a slow couple of days since I came home. Jet lagged and tired. On Monday, 2 hour after landing, Ol lured me out a 3 hour walk. I thought i would keel over and die. But i didnt and it was nice to get out.

We walked along the river and it was so green. Coming back from brown Toronto its lovely to see the sun and flowers of London at the moment. Proper spring. Nice, even if I wanted to die and walked 2 m behind Oliver in black leather skirt and an angry frown.

We went to the newly opened Pho restaurant in Chiswick and Wool, being in a barky mood, got a carrot from the restaurant. One happy doggie. And one gigantic carrot. People stopped and stared. ‘Dogs eat carrot?’ one little kid asked his mommy. Yes, this dog eat everything.

Tuesday was M’s birthday and yesterday ol cooked me soup on home made stock (house wife points) and then we caught up on Vikings. Its nice to be away but its pretty awesome to be home again.

I Want Some More

It was Miranda’s birthday yesterday and I met up with the Holmses for cake and dinner. In that order (crazy people).

A lovely fruit cake had been bought for the occasion. But why is it a piece missing one might wonder? Woolly the ‘I eat everything with or without a pulse’ thief saw his moment when Fiona turned her back for one second and snatched half of it.

Oliver was not impressed!

No harm done, dressed up in candles you could barely see that a big chunk were missing and Miranda got sung to and as much cake as she, as the birthday girl, deserve.

One happy 25 year old. Young enough to eat as much cake as you want. Old enough to be allowed to eat as much cake as you want. Win being a grown up.

For a girl hating having her picture taken birthday is a nightmare. Its carte blanche for everyone to take as many pictures as they want.

Even me catching the flattering ‘blow up your cheeks and try and catch all the candles in one go’ picture.

Not sure what they are looking at but Fiona looks lovely so it made the edit (yup Ol, you can call it a flabby edit as much as you want)

Oh yeah, all of Miranda’s birthday cards. I forgot to get her one, we just dont do that in Sweden. At least i got her a gift. A mugtail. I think they are very pretty. For a second there I was thinking about stealing it.

Woolly, feeling the wafts of success from his victorious stealing, were keeping his eyes trained on the cake.

‘I love you ham lady. But I reaaalllyyyy love cake’.

It got to the point were he needed to be contained less he dive bomb the cake.

Rupert bought some weird russian shot thing. It was pretty yummy. Would have been perfect in the shot roulette. Maybe not so much on a tuesday in a pretty much non drinking family.

Dont look so sad you monster dog just because im stopping you from stealing cake.

Oliver made a piece of art out of the box for Miranda’s scanner. I have a bad feeling we will never be allowed to through away that box. It will live in the basement for eternity.

After that cake extravaganza we went to dinner at The Glasshouse. Amazing food (and pretty fancy). I ate like there was no tomorrow. And then some.

Another cake, another blow picture. Win!

My dessert. Not too shabby even if there were neither candles not fancy writing on it. But it was popcorn looking like maggots.