Picked up my little grumpy, wet dog yesterday. He is off to the vet again today for another round of tests. They have no idea what is going on but he is clearly in pain every time he go off the metacam so something is still wrong.
A tiny bit tired today. But that’s ok when Paola comes to town for the first time in 20 years. Have to show London at its finest.
I had no idea that yesterday would be so nerve wrecking as it ended up being.
I don’t think I can truly convey how happy I was to just sit on the sofa yesterday. I love being away, I love being out and about but i LOVE just sitting at home sometimes and charge my batteries.
Back from a weekend in Amsterdam with my girls. I’ve realised I kind of love Amsterdam. It’s awesome. Minus the cyclists. I hate them. Feel like they were out to get me. Pretty sure they were, it’s a miracle I’m alive.
Went to 1899 Paris yesterday. It was an absinthe fuelled dream of burlesque, dancing, singing and glitter. Like living in a musical. Yes, that is a dream of mine. When everyone around you bursts into song.
I’m going to moulin rouge secret cinema tonight. Tried my outfit yesterday. Let’s just say that what feels kind of dressed at burning man is VERY naked in rush hour London.