A quickie with Filippa

Had Filippa for an in and out yesterday. In and out of London that is, don’t get any dirty ideas. 

It was a first time for meeting both my hairy heroes – Woolly and George. Woolly slept and George talked. So she got the full treatment. 
I had bought nice flowers to make the flat lovely for her. They caught fire. Once a mess always a mess. 
We ate our own body weight in cheese. That was pretty awesome. Then we talked. This morning we had a lovely breakfast before sending F off in the big world. 
Next time I’ll get her roaring drunk. That’s a promise. 
But tonight sleepy snoozy. 

October life

Went home during lunch to crash in bed for a 20 min snuggle with George. It’s definitely October out there. Then you need hugs. Pretty much all the time. 

Came home to this dude on Friday from
Paris. He is sick so tried to trick him to eat his medicine and mostly just stroked his little furry belly. 
On Saturday fall walkies. Looking smart in the Barbour jacket Elin once ‘borrowed’ from a pub. 
In the afternoon it was Lollo’s bday lunch and I took no pictures because I’m useless. But I wore the same dress as last year so that could have saved it if I didn’t realise I didn’t take any pictures last year either. 
George and Lollo finally met each other. Not many left now #gottocatchemall
Then headed home for W with massive fomo and sent sad ‘wish I was there’ pictures to everyone I know. 
Sunday a 25k walk in Richmond including petersham lunch with Lollo. My ass is feeling that today. 
After all that good balanced it out with bad and went to Found for a drink and then to electric cinema in east with George and crew. We ate ALL the food and watched ‘war on everyone’. Excellent Sunday night. 
Tonight Filippa is here for an evening. Need sleep but need Filippa more. 

White Russians and bikers

How was last night one might ask? Filled with birthday drinks, french people with terrible English and biker dudes. And free shots of course. Because awesome. 

Waited for Sanna and Peter at a place called Mary Celeste. They were late. Of course. But then we had oysters and all was forgiven. 
Because dinner was planned at the other end of town we ended up drifting in the rain trying to find a dinner place. And ended up at this biker bar that served White Russians 
What better way celebrating Sanna 35. 
After this we went to little red door. The guys working there knows my London crew and Dans name got us instant free shots. 
And if it’s free you have to drink…
We drank some slightly weird cocktails and talked to London people and gave away macaroons. As you do. 
Was home by 1.30 after a lovely night with the crew. 
Today crazy meetings and can’t wait to sleep on the Eurostar…

Back in the town of cheese and love

Took the train to Paris again. Because that is apparently what I do. 

Hands up for sleeping on trains rather than annoying flights. Especially when you have to leave the flat and your warm bed at 6am.
Had a bye bye London drink at Found last night. Me and George tested drinks for getting the family drunk at Christmas. 
Hot damn for a plum pisco sour. And then he made my knees weak by talking about a cinnamon and clove syrup. Yes please. 
This is me looking at two pretty amazing things. My man and a found cake. It has amaretto in it. Tastes like fake cherries. Love that stuff. 
Then we closed the bar, run through the rain to catch the last tube, got home to pack and after 4h sleep had to peel myself from that warm bed and head to the train. 
Tired and cold. Slept like a baby on the train. 
Soon out to celebrate Sanna’s birthday. Maggie sent a happy birthday picture from sthlm 
I know those people…

Walks and meetings = life

Walk with Katta yesterday. And then dinner on all my Abel and Cole veggies. It’s becoming a weekly tradition. And the only exercise I get between making life happen. 

Oh the days when there was no dog sharing, trying to see boyfriends, trips for work. 
On the other hand. Life!! (But, no exercise and a love for pasta ain’t doing wonders for my ass. Or maybe it is, depends on who you ask) 
I’m swamped in meetings at the moment (yes, doing this in a somewhat less important meeting). How can anything ever be done when you do back to back meetings for from 10-5 every day? 
Tonight swinging up to Found before heading to Paris tomorrow for work and celebrating Sanna’s bday. 
Combining work trip with private fun – winning. 

My weekend in moments

My life is just…really, really good at the moment. Despite, you know, life. It’s definitely no dance on roses and sometimes you want to cry in the shower. 

Because life wouldn’t be life if you never wanted to cry in the shower. At least not my life. 
But still. If me 3 years ago was told I could ever feel this good again I would have called bullshit. 
Even a Tuesday in October doesn’t feel particularly bad. 
Me and mini hound shared a delicious dinner of canned mackerel on Friday. Or ‘shared’. I got out stared and bullied. 
And I ate popcorn. Because October means indulgence. 
On Saturday morning I became with micro wave. Only taken about 3 years. 
Then I went to found, got drunk, danced, was showered in love by everyone, helped closing and empty a bar, danced some more and ended all of that by celebrating new micro wave by re heating the left over from the lunch George made me. 
Hands up for micro waves and boyfriends that cook you lunch. 
Most of Sunday was spent in bed. Basically all of Sunday. We did a woolly walk, George bought me some funky greens from the garden cafe (on my request) and then back to bed. 
Yesterday went to the cinema and saw Miss peregrines home for peculiar children. It was good. And I got loads of popcorn. 
Told you. Life. Pretty good. 

Me and my bed


It’s fall in London and I want to spend my day like this. Love my bed, love my duvet the cloud, love doing nothing. 
Handed in my strategy document today. I’ve been sweating over this for two weeks. George sent me a Can Solo to give me some boost. 
Can Solo da man. It’s cool. Need to do some small changes and clean it up but then ready to rock and rumble. 
Planning for bed life tonight. I’m tired and have gone into full autumnal candle and tea mood. 
But, it’s a testament to my happiness that it doesn’t come with the seasonal blues. I’m way too happy to feel anything else but extreme cosy. 
High five life.