London stories

I went to the doctor to do some blood tests this morning and my amazing nurse (George wondered if he should be worried) lives opppsite the Grenfell Tower. 

It was an emotional conversation with this lovely man telling me how him and his family got woken up and through the night helped the fire fighters by pointing out people in the windows etc. He also mentioned how hard it is explaining to his two kids what had happened. 
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I spent my morning packing clothes, chargers, mobile phones and toiletries to give away. We are doing a collection at work. I feel helpless and I want to help. And I also gave money. In the end of the day they need that more than my old clothes.
I love London in times like this. It’s a true community. I remember after the Hackney riots how locals went out with brooms to clean the streets and after this the centres are already saying they are getting too many donations and volunteers and all the 2000 needing a place to live are cared for.
London you beaut.
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Yesterday I went to see George, katta and Stu for a drink and dinner in London Bridge. Didn’t want to be alone. It was lovely and the area had just started to open up again after the attacks. We wanted to show our support. 
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On the way home George found a chair for the basement. You give some you win some. Life. 

I love you London.

It smells of smoke in the air all the way down to us. The air is misty. Oliver tells me that the park up by the studio was filled with ash and debris and he can see the still burning building from the window.

The stories from the burning house close to where I live hits me like so many other things this year. Life in London is filled with tragedy at the moment. The thought that someone throws a baby out the burning window to save it makes me hide in the bathroom. 
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This is London. In flames. Over and over again this spring.
So I hug the people close to me. Curled up against George chest with Woolly on the other side of me this morning while I told him what had happened while we slept. 
I go out and enjoy the sunshine. Try to read books and think about happier things. The city and it’s people, that me, needs to continue. So that is what I do. 
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Hello from me and my little friend.

It’s been a quiet week my end. Or, lots going on but quiet in that I’ve stayed at home. Tired. 

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It’s been raining and I’ve been hiding away at home. And wearing sexy rain coat. 
I have also had some tricky but necessary conversations for work. Since I’m taking over another team of 25 people I’ve had to sort that out with the current manager making sure he is ok with it. Which is not an easy conversation since I am basically stepping in and taking over but want him to be happy and stay on. 
Hope I succeeded..
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I’ve also been sitting on the sofa playing with Snapchat filters finding a little person hiding in my throat. 
Hello little one. 
And yesterday I started with the anti depressants again. Mainly as a precaution. Work has been tough on me and I’ve noticed some of my old behaviours flaring up. This is a way of making sure I have it under control. 
I spoke with the doctor and he was helpful. Telling me they see that often. Patients being off it for a couple of years then using it when they are noticing a relapse. 
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I think it will help. I’m not bad, just want to own my thoughts again. George is the best support, asks me how he can help and really try to understand. And crazily I do talk to him about it. 
When I first told him a couple of weeks back that I needed to go back on the meds and I’ve been struggling in and out for the last 5 months he looked at me and said 
‘Next time let’s try and get it down to 3 months. And then 6 weeks. I feels 6 weeks is the ultimate time. We can work with 6 weeks.’
I love him for that. Not making me broken or someone that needs fixing. But us doing this together. Making sure I work on the things that need a little tweaking. 
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Working from home today. The medicine makes me so so tired for the first couple of days. Can barely function. I might have fallen asleep for 4 hours in the middle of the day. 
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So, quiet week at home but busy at the same time. Trying to manage tricky job situations and dealing with my mental state. Being kind of awesome but also questioning. That’s what I do. 
Can’t wait for the weekend. Peace out from me and my bearded little friend.

London, my heart feel for you

Once again I’m struggling to make sense of the world after another senseless terror attack. Every time it happens a part of me deflates. It feels like tiredness. Like depression. Like giving up. 

But I know I can’t. We have to fight. Keep believing in the good. Don’t be scared.
So I keep fighting it the only way i can. By living my life.
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On Friday me and Woolly stayed at home. Tired after Thursday we read and chilled on the sofa. 
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On Saturday I took a walk, opened the window in the living room and breathed in summer. Given that we are back to rain I’m glad I stole those moments. Needed.
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In the afternoon watched Wonder Woman (only an Aussie decides on a movie on the one sunny day during the summer) and then had picnic in brook green. Woolly begged for food and the boys talked sports and video games. 
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Then we went to Charlie for a drink and late night talk. This picture is taken 5 min before my phone blew up on the London Bridge drama. 
George know I’m not good with these things. It hits me hard. So we decided to have a silly disco and dance at ours. To 6 in the morning. Just the two of us. Sometimes you need that when the world makes no sense. 
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I woke up to having to get hold of my team and report into work. No more sleep to be had so we went to the park and ate ice creams. 
Yesterday had to have a kind of tricky conversation with someone at work. I’m taking over another team and want to make sure everyone is happy with that. Not the easiest conversation. 
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Because my London family are heroes George made me dinner and bought me flowers and then katta came over with more flowers and cherries. 
The world is beautiful, I know that, It’s just a bit hard to remember sometimes. 

Happy weekend

Friday! I’m doing nothing tonight. Needed. Reading my book and hanging with mini W. Lajving old people life.

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Yesterday I was playing kid life though and wearing my new glasses. Too cool for school. 
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Dressed in funeral clothes I went to Madde’s leaving drink. Black because hate when people leave. Everyone’s been leaving London in the last year. 
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After drinks in Chelsea me and katta went up to say hi to these two heroes doing a kyrö take over at Found. 
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Serving a CCs Club. Because everyone needs a drink with their name. 
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My pretty hawt view. Then I got to play my cheese list and dance while George was closing. Winner. 
Have a great weekend all. 

Meatballs and wedding bonanza

I had meatballs last night. And skagen. And warm, fresh, boiled artichoke with butter. Yes, I was in food heaven. 

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George was less happy about the skagen. Too fishy. More for me! #winner
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But he was a happy camper when the meatballs came in. And lemon pie drink. When we went home later he was like ‘it’s a good thing I like up and booze drinks, means I drink little sugar.’ Mhmm, that lemon pie had NO sugar at all. 
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After all that food at Lisa’s we went to portobello star to meet Stephen. Planning Scotland. Maybe it will indeed happen this time. 
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When I came home Maggie had sent through a letter with lovely pictures from her wedding.
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Of course next to the Hendricks cup! 
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Something extra spectacular about marrying off your best friends. Especially when you can enjoy the memories and not the super busy day.
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Nice hair and nice dresses. Good thing when the bridesmaid dress can actually be used again. Of my 4 ones 3 are actually reusable. 
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Sorry for all the pics but I know you’ll love it dad 🙂
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Love this picture 
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Still looking pretty put together ever if late night booze. 
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George thought I looked like I’m giving a presentation here. I’m not. Wish I was always that well dressed when giving speeches. 
Tonight Madde’s last night. They are leaving me one by one the swedes.