Surprise

Tuesdays are normally my me and hound chill time of the week. So also yesterday. 

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Made myself weird leftover dinner 
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And once again realised why I can never get tatttooed when I found this and instantly went ‘I want that’. 
And really, do you want to see a 50+ in that? Me neither. 
 
All perfectly normal for a Tuesday in other words. So colour me surprised when George’s friend Matt walked in the door. 
He was supposed to stay with us tonight. Or so I was told. But no. So we went for a beer and discussed politics. 
But that means tonight’s quiet night. Which I’m pretty stoked about since there are still loads of ginger bread dough in my fridge. 

A frosty London

Being spoilt both by my boyfriend and by the London weather. And everything is going swimmingly at work. And to top it all – 2 more days to December. 

Yes, I’m unstable af at the moment and on Saturday I had a little cry in the morning but today all kinds of awesome. So let’s be REALLY happy when I get the chance. 
Welcome to crazy town.
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Last nights dinner made by my man – bulgars badass bolognese. This is after the cleaned the flat, did the dishes and put on a wash. 
Must have done something right to deserve this. 
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This morning took hound to an icy cold but beautiful London. Frost on the leaves in Ravenscourt. 
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Woolly was in the best mood and even if it was painful leaving the bed at 7 instead of 8 it was worth it for the coming out in the sunshine. 
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Woolly agreed and bombed around the park making friends. 
Still freezing at work because no boiler so I’m happy Im wearing my warmest sweater. 
Super chilled week so there will be a lot of sofa time. But flats been christmassed so I’m happy. 

A Sunday in Richmond

Happy one day past first of advent! 

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I prepared my candle holder, made myself a cup of tea and cut up some ginger bread dough. George was out so it was just me and mini hound. Not too bad if you ask me. 
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Before that Katta and me went to Richmond for a 4 hour walkathon. We kept saying ‘this is the best ever’. Because honestly, its the best ever. The outside! 
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We found a castle that turned out to be a ballet school. Dreamed away of being princesses. 
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But went to petersham for food instead pretty happy just being us.
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And then ALL the Christmas baubles. But I was good and stopped myself from buying anything else than two hyacinths. High five me. 
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Night ended with me eating a space lollipop and watching a Brazilian sci-fi. Worse ways of ending my Sunday. 

M83 – rocking my socks off

It was finally time for my 6 months gift to George. M83 in Brixton. Because all kinds of awesome and one of the bands we both really love. 

We met at Brixton station and went to Boqueria for dinner. Honestly some of the best tapas in London. 
George had a generally amazing day and was on top form. That meant shots. Great call. Thought me last night. Less so today.
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Concert was all kinds of awesome. And busy. So we had to do the sway-ey seaweed dance. Like to 30 plus we are #coolkids
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We drank vodka redbull. Because that’s what you do at concerts. Especially when you have serious ‘can’t stop dancing’ issues. 
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Look at our happy faces. 
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Rainbow unicorn lights. You know how to make a hippie raver happy (dreaming of burning man). 
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Then we came home, talked fantasy and waited for George’s friend conal to pop by. I fed everyone and then went to bed because responsible. Surprised! Yes. Me too. 

6 month anniversary gifts in Brixton

One thing about the weeks before Christmas is that it’s busy. In a nice way but still. 

My weekends are booked out and because George have about 2000 friends there are people staying on our sofa most of the time. 
Not complaining, means I get someone to talk to when he is off working. And help around the house. A never ending stream of strapping young men helping me out.   
A so called win. 
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Otherwise my face looks like this. Because lonely. On the other hand, last night read Dans latest book updates and ate ginger bread dough. 
Who am I to complain? 
Tonight we are heading to Brixton for M83 concert. My 6 months anniversary gift to George. And now we are almost 10 months in. Which is nothing. But also all the time.

Parents in town

Me, sofa, hound. The perfect trifecta. It’s very cozy in the house right now slowly getting christmassed (sorry George but I can’t stop myself. Too much love for Christmas)

Last night had the parents over. We did take away Thai and drank George dads home made wine.
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Apparently delicious despite being made in their garage in Sydney 🙂
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My mum wouldn’t stop feeding W pepparkaka. This is a dog who doesn’t really get sugar. He fell in love…
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And I think my parents love their hairy grandchild a little bit too…
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And George charmed them with his Bulgarian ways. My two hairy heroes. Just want my family to love them as much as I do. 
Buying their love by George making cocktails for Christmas. Don’t be stupid…
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This morning worked from home and sent selfies to George to pep him his interview. This is serious pep. And gangsta. 
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Then lunch with the parents and got a name day gift in form of a hyacinth. Sometimes she is pretty damn awesome my mum. 

The count down have started

It’s a serious count down to Christmas and holiday now. 25 more working days. I can do this…

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I celebrated weekend by joining George to Found after my ice cold walk on Saturday (first bed. Of course.)
Me, Katta and Maria had dinner and then the need for heaven and hell took over and we placed ourselves firmly in the bar.
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Madde, Christoffer, Eric and a couple of other swedes joined as well for what ended up being never ending cocktails. Because awesome. 
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We finally got Lollo to Found. That was a long time coming. Only took 10 months. 
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This guy <3. He was an excellent host as always and served us delicious shots and got us drunk. As you do if you like getting your swedes drunk. 
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When I got home he couldn’t stop himself from giving me one of my Christmas gifts. He got too excited. As did I. Need this for my hung over Diet Coke on weekend mornings. 
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Also got a belated bday gift from Madde and Christoffer. Like a year later. But awesome friends. The flat is like a unicorn land these days. 
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And on Sunday the parents came. We went into town, popped by winter wonderland and had dinner at ivy brasserie, here dad and George are discussing what drinks to be served for Christmas break. Because want to get the family drunk. I applause that. 
Today monday. But made better for dinner with mum and dad at home. And tomorrow it’s Tuesday and one day closer to glorious, glorious holiday.