Life and all that sh*t that comes with it

A bit of a fail of a night yesterday. Had a tricky session with my therapist were she made me think about a lot of things and challenge me which was hard big time. Most of the time i come out of the sessions feeling lighter but this time it gave me a feeling of unfinished business and things i need to take care of which I find very tricky. I hate when things are left hanging, i want to deal with them now or not at all but sometimes that cant be done.

Adding to that is the stress of hosting the crayfish party. I love hosting and im 100% sure we will have an amazing time but a couple of days before any party im throwing im stressed. As in ‘think everything will go wrong/people have a bad time/head going aaaaargh’ stressed.

This made me lay on the sofa, stare into nothing and refusing to talk to Oliver. Not helpful. Cant promise I wont stress tonight but im hoping to have time to go out for a dinner and have some time to ourselves.

This little guy aint very stressed. Since getting Wool I dream of being a dog at least 2 times a day.

Yes, im leaving tomorrow and going straight to the agencies

Got an email from a colleague today. She is leaving the company and I wrote her an email saying im sorry to see her go.

She sent this back to me

There are so many questions here. Is that really the first thing you write to someone you barely know? Does she know im 32? and in that case, modelling! Also, from CRM Manager to modelling, I wonder how she worked that one out. Its not like ive been implying of want to follow my dream of say..modelling.

On the plus side, she could have said ‘you should work with people’ like an old boss did will firing me implying im not smart enough for business (i just hated the job, danish customer support is not my strong side).

In the down side, Oliver’s ‘thats just really weird, why would she say that? Does she realise that you are way too old for modelling, like missed the boat with 15 years. Well, I guess you could be like a phone company model, they want normal, old girls’.

Rub it in honey.

Arriba Arriba

Met up with Benjie in Soho after work last night. London at its best, beers in the sun and a proper catch up with someone long overdue. Whenever Ben and I meet we are like two kids talking at the same time and half of the time hugging going ‘that’s exactly how i feel’ all while drinking beers at an alarmingly fast pace.

After an hours and 3 beers down the line Oliver showed up and we decided to go for dinner at a great mexican in Soho.Ben kept talking about Nandos but we all know Ol wouldnt caught dead there so ge quickly came up with an escape plan.

A wall with hundreds of spicy sauces. I was trying to tell the story of how Maggie and me would put spicy sauce on our backs in Roatan to avoid the mosquitos but i think I was a bit too incoherent to make sense. Its funny I promise and had nothing to do with men fooling us spicy sauce would help while smearing it on to our backs.

I was seriously contemplating drinking my way through some of the tequilas. Then I realised it was only tuesday and settled for Menchiladas instead.

which is…Bloody mary mixed with beer. Amazing! Ben was a bit concerned about this (check out that face) but since it had beer he happily drank it.

Candice came by as well and helped us with our portions of tacos, nachos and salad. Really good food. El Camion is the name of the place. Their nightclub is called pink chihuahua. If i wanted to go? Eh.

Afterward ice cream. Standard. Every day at the moment.

A tiny bit hanging today so went to Shoryo for Japans version of a kebab. Hell yeah!


Holiday in 3 days. Having walked around in London in this heat and seen pics from all my friends of beaches, pools and anything cool this have been a long time coming around. It even looks like it will be sunny.

Im taking parts of the London crew for a little refreshing crayfish party at the country house. Nothing like sucking the belly of mud creepers and drink snaps to start your holiday. Flying out on Friday straight to Skavsta and then we are on.

Other than that? Me, pool, books, boyfriend, family and an endless amount of Swedish food. Heaven.

Rilo Kiley – Runnin’ Around

Happy up here

Some photographic master pieces from my phone and the weekend.

On a bus. In the front at the top. Best spot for people watching in all of London.

Morning chill. Yes, Woolly is held in a death grip.

Mini market along the river. We bought bon bons. My favourites.

Last nights dinner. Chicken cooked in wine with broad beans. Yes.

Charity afternoon tea for Parkinsons

On Saturday Ol and me were off to the far East for a very good cause, a charity event for Parkinson’s.

Tomlins friend Anthony were hosting a high tea garden party all in the name of charity. It was amazing. Imagine an english high summer dream of a garden with bunting and cute, delicious mini cakes making your taste buds go ‘OMFG’ all while your brain is trying to convince your stomach that yes, you can take at least one more before that critical mass off too full to function.

It was about 25 people in their garden and they had rented china, tables and chairs to make this an absolute dream.

(yes, I have stolen these pictures of other people’s instagram. That is the type of person I am)

I mean, look at that stuff. The ball thingies were liquid chesecake mixed with carrot cake with white chocolate crumble.

Im going to let you dream about that for a while…

and if that was not enough, the other little thing you see is a banana, chocolate cake that melted (might have been the 30 degrees) in your mouth.

The host himself. I was very impressed. This put all my party hosting tries to shame. I have to up my game i think. We are definitely coming back an supporting the next go.

Is it ok if i want to move in and live in that garden for ever? It looks like an Alice in wonderland paradise where you just wait for the mad hatter to greet you with a big smile and you can live in a white dress reading books pretty much all of the time.

Tea, sangria and beer. And 30 degrees sun. Add 100 cakes on top of that and you have a recipe for overheating all while loving every second of it.

There were some savoury bits as well. Home made sausage rolls, bagels and spinach tarts.

The Tomlins. Tom were pretty optimistic in that sweltering red flannel shirt. He had to change. he was not the only one, Elias wardrobe got raided by men realising that vests are a win in the sun.

Some went for the slightly more asian look of umbrellas.

Oliver, being a true vampire, found the only shade in the garden and stayed there.

There was also a photo booth and Roxy the prop were ready to rock and rumble for her performance.

I get hungry just looking at that. I thought id would only like to eat lemon water for a month but i wouldnt say no to a mini scone right now.

Caught some soft evening light on Olivers face going home after 10 hours eating the most delicious things and having a great time.

You are what you love

Dinner with the Holmses last night. We went to the Havelock and I had their steak and chips. Heaven. Especially when you are a tiny bit hanging.

After coming home Miranda presented me with a gift, a neon pink print of Ziggy. Amazing. He looks like his name sake, Ziggy Stardust.

Wool was in naughty mood and kept running around like a crazy. I loved it and kept riling him up. Ol was not impressed. ‘Munthi, will you be doing this once we have kids?’, ‘Ehrm, no?’

Rupert told stories of his women (plural), affairs in Russia (tricky) and general life (seems stress-y)

M, Ol and Wool were mostly just discussing how to really draw a boston terrier. Wool had some insightful ideas. I think it will be a success.