Friday. Deciding if I can be bothered to go out and do something or just stay home. I’m just so tired. Not sure why but the thought of people and socialising and talking is like hell no.
But I have been doing an awful lot of sofa sitting…
I booked a trip for me and George to get out of town next Sunday. He is doing crazy cocktail week stuff next week and I just need away time.
So we are going here for two nights.
And chillin around in here. Exactly what I dream of. No wifi, no nearby town. Just us and the animals of the farm. Dream.
I had a run in with the French again yesterday. So I created my den of zen as George calls it. Then Katta came over and we talked about boys rather than never ending fights with our product team. Needed that.
So we’ll see what tonight brings. Candles deluxe or drinks.
Busy planning weekend get aways from London. Need to get away. Me and George will hopefully go in October and me and the girls in November. I love London but I miss a proper weekend walking in the forest or something.
My body is post summer tired. I feel like I can’t sleep enough no matter what I do. And I have my nose cold sores. Always when run down. Need a break from myself…
The world is pretty though. This is exactly what I want. Trees turning colour and me being outside.
And this. I need never ending cuddles. But George is going to work like crazy for a couple weeks and then I’m traveling all over the place so please, countryside!
It has been a couple of busy days with crayfish party and ginoff but don’t you worry, I have had time for the sofa.
Here are some crazy stuff me and my little family have been up to in between drunk and hungover
I admired my semi naked (sorry dad) man on Sunday morning. Best lazy day ever.
Then it turned into his best day because super smash brothers for wii was delivered. I know what my man will be up to this autumn.
I let him be and lighted my new candle smelling of the Swedish forest. Best smell ever.
I also finally got myself a watering can
As well as another funky plant. I have no idea what this is but it sure looks weird. How I like ‘em.
On Monday George came with me for the morning walk. It was about 100 times nicer with company. But to be honest, I don’t mind my early walks with doggo.
This morning it was all bursting with colour.
And last but not least, yesterday’s dinner that is the most hungover thing you can do. Winner!
It was the quarter finals of the gin off yesterday. I asked George if I should take the day after off so that we could celebrate.
He said no.
Oh god I wish he hadn’t. Because he won (of course, he is the best) and we celebrated ALL night with ALL the drinks.
Today I am in a world of pain…
Me. When I was still innocent and unknowing of the hungover that would claim my life.
Crew getting ready for drinking the cocktails.
George made a lingonberry gin drink with a rosemary and thyme syrup. Delicious.
And they won!! 2 goes on to the semi finals and they made it through.
So yeah, we had to celebrate. We went on to El Camion and had verditas. And daiquiris.
Schlepped our sorry asses home around 1. Which was not too bad. Still kind of drunk when I woke up this morning. I’m at work now. Hanging on for dear life. Pondering if it’s a give away to nail a cheeseburger.
We went to a crayfish party on Saturday. Finally. Except for the little one with the girls in July this is my first one. Long overdue. I ace at crayfish parties.
We got ourselves excited with snapchat filters in the morning. This is a good look for George.
After some epic Scooter in the cab to the venue we ended up at Blåbär in Putney. They had set up the place brilliantly.
We got hats, dill crisps and Napue drinks.
And secret missions. Mine is as to take selfies with everyone. Yes, I aced that one.
We sat down for shitloads of food and snaps. A true kräftskiva in other words.
I got to work on the crayfishes. As the only swede I had to do a little show and tell how to peel them.
And then we ate
I ate the full circle. Because I’m a winner. You could call me a pro.
The others focused more on the drinking. Not as interested in sucking crayfish belly.
As all crayfish parties it ended drunken, smelly and belly full food and booze.
Since my mission was the selfies I took one with the whole team which won me a salty licqourice chocolate. Yes!
But this was the hero team. Then we went to a club, had shots, went to an after party and ending up having a little home disco to Scooter.
Brought mini man to work again yesterday. He is getting used to it and chills out like a pro.
Wish my work day was as easy as this. Just sleeping in a soft bed. Have we tamed the dogs or they us?
I then had to negotiate some contracts. I hate that. I’m not a big baller when it comes too that shit, feel more like a kid.
Woolly was moral support.
Then we chilled. Like the pro chillers we are. Sorry (not sorry) for showing you our boring lives but it ain’t more interesting than this.
Sometimes I feel like a total kid. Like yesterday when I picked up a ready meal, got W and then just died on the sofa. Doing NOTHING. Glorious.
But then George came home and I shamed him into changing the broken light bulb by saying I would do it.
So, in the end I managed to get something done. Through playing someone else. But still. Winning!
We have our french friend Cisco staying in the flat for a couple of days and I have W with me in the office today. That means a chilled out evening again.
Was trying to give W away to Ol but he is moving studios and true to form its taking him a month (!!!) so i am on more or less constant W duty. Thank god not having to deal with Ol timelines any longer!