Lazy

It’s Wednesday today. I’ve started my excel spreadsheet with Christmas gifts. Planning and thinking. It makes me happy. Finding gifts that make the people I give them to understand how much they mean to me. Sometimes I fail. But sometimes I get it right.

I am tired at the moment. Don’t have much energy. Pick up W after work and die on the sofa when I get home. Should exercise, should cook and not eat ready meals, should change that lightbulb in the bathroom that’s been out for 3 months. 
But I pat my belly and eat candy on the sofa instead. Because sometimes that is what you need to do. Self care. 
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Went for another walk with Katta along the canal yesterday. I realise I don’t only sit on the sofa, I also walk. Between 2 and 3 hours a day. I guess that is where my time goes. I’m some kind of walking freak. 
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George came home not too late (winning) and we watched another episode of fringe. 
Yes. Life. Pretty slow going at the moment. But also good. 

Nightclubbing like the olden days

My weekend was quiet. And then it wasn’t. And then it was again. Standard. 

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Stayed home on Friday. Because it’s autumn and I can’t do party two nights in a row. Or I shouldn’t. Either way, heroes on the sofa.
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W chilled with his friends in the park. Or chilled? Ziggy always try and make him run and he hates it. He looks at me long suffering until I leave him and he has to run to come get me and Ziggy follows. Evil mummy but you need the run lil’buddy.
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Then we lajvade 50 shades of grey. The less exciting version. 
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In the evening I got dolled up and met girlies for dinner at the Ivy. 
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Drank cocktails and ended up meeting Eric and crew at Tonteria. Yes, we went clubbing. In the old school, free vodka, dance all night to hits way.
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That ended the way you can imagine…
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Bea gave us never ending drinks and Lex showed her Russian side by downing vodka like it was water. 
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I came home to 3 guys drinking old fashioned and a doggo not that happy about the partying. So dressed him up into Party Doggo. 
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Sunday was saved by pizza. 
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Yesterday me and george played with Snapchat filters and watched fringe. He is working late most nights this week and then we have a french friend over so we needed that night on the sofa. 
He was also a hero bringing me food and lighting all the candles for me coming home. Made Monday instantly better. 

London in my heart forever

We have another suspected terrorist attack here this morning. A bomb exploded on the tube pretty close to us. This is my old Wimbledon line. It seems that no one is dead and not too many injuries. 

Poor London, what are they doing to you?
We are all good though, W and george are snoozing at home and im safely tucked away at work. 
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It’s so cold but pretty out at the moment. Only 8 degrees this morning. But W and me braved the cold and headed out into a pretty London morning. Before news of explosions and sadness. 
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Yesterday katta, me and W walked along the canals in little Venice. London showed off its finest and I was absolutely in love with London and life. Autumn is my jam! 
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And this morning I found a massive spider in the bathtub, true sign of it getting cold when the animals crawl in from the garden. 
You win some you lose some living in London…
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Then my friend sent me a pictures of the speakers at Optimove connect. Uh oh! 
Tonight taking it super easy. Party times tomorrow so need to rest my poor body to get ready for all night dancing. 

Our life in comics

I have found a comic artist that basically is george and my life. So here is our life done by catana comics 

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Every day. When work was at its trickiest I would come home during lunch to hug george in bed and recharge my batteries. 
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And this is every Sunday always. At least last Sunday. Didn’t leave bed once. Winner.
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Whenever george does something little and sweet for me. Like buying me a flower. I die. Of feelings. 
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George every evening wrapping W and mr up like burritos in the sofa. The more blanket the better.
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While he does this. The less clothes the better. 
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This is every day working with french people but coming home to awesome boyfriend.
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And I have the FEELS for this one. Don’t touch that glorious beard!! 
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Even if I never win any of our play fights. Ever. Damn you strong mountain warrior.
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And this was literally us last night watching Harry Potter. Exactly like this minus wine plus popcorn. 
Even the future is looking pretty amazing 
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Not sure how to feel about this doppelgänger couple of ours somewhere in the world. Other than high five to pretty banging life. 

Dancing through the weekend

Hey guys. How’s things? I’m slowly coming back to life after a fun and hectic weekend. I might have had all the fun. And then I felt all the pain. Fair enough. Deserved. 

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Danced on Thursday and got George’s friend Alan way too drunk (as mentioned before. Somewhat proud of that).
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Danced on Friday and had drinks with katta and Eric at Dishoom and Found. The plan was to have a couple. We failed.  I also laughed so hard my muscles was sore the day after. Yes! Best work out ever. 
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Met with Micke who was in town on Saturday and went for hair of the dog. Needed after two heavy nights. Plus bloody Mary’s are always yum! 
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Then we met up with Bella and had an espresso martini before heading to Found. I was meant to stay for an hour but george allowed me to play Disney songs…
Disney!! That’s like crack to a baby. Literally since I was almost crawling on the walls. I finally left around 9 to go see Charlotte for her leaving drinks before moving back to New Zealand. 
I might have made an Irish goodbye (sneaking out without saying goodbye) around midnight and headed home.
On Sunday we did nothing. Glorious, glorious nothing. George made me food, burritoed me in the blanket and gave me a foot massage. Not all heroes wear capes. 
So far this week I’ve been chillin. 
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Bought my dream winter jacket on Monday (thank you Monday angst for telling me I need a jacket).
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Walked Woolly in a freezing cold autumn park.
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And waited for george to come home so we could go to the movies and watch baby driver. Excellent movie. And excellent start to the week. 

Love

I was going to write a funny post about my drunken night last night. About how I was drinking with the boys and got one of them so drunk he projectile vomited at Found. And george told me I need to go easy on the boys. 

But I won’t. Because I’m hungover and a little bit sentimental and sad today. I miss Sweden and my friends. Maggie who is having a baby soon, seeing filippa and Julia’s babies grow up, walking and talking and get inspired by Sanna and meet new people and see the world for all it’s beauty and sadness with Bella. 
And my sister. How I miss my sister. My clever, beautiful sister. My inspiration. The person I look at and see the best of myself. Few people make me feel as unconditionally loved as her. 
When she met George she told him I need love. A lot of love. She sees that because she gives that. She knows that the key to us isn’t that complicated. That love can be given without expectations. 
We live in different countries and barely see each other and still she is there in my life always. 
On those days when I doubt myself I look at my sister and see the reflection how who I want to be and I hear her voice telling me how amazing I am and everything feels a little bit easier. 
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Dog bed heaven

It’s no news I have a pretty spoilt doggo. Because he is awesome. And I love spoiling the people/animals I love. 

True to that I got W two new beds. A travel one and a luxurious home bed. 
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He is in love. I might have lost my dog to dog bed heaven forever. Win on the not having two hairy heroes in bed though. 
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Because george came back from Finland yesterday. Finally. I’m a 100% not made for long distance. 
His friend Alan is over from Paris so I treated him to some London swag by taking him for dinner and ciders at queens head. 
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Woolly was not sad of the prospect of some burger. Expert begging face. The ‘I’m just going to sit here and look beyond cute until you take pity on me’ face. Works every time.
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Then we came home and rolled around in our new blanket. Like angel feathers. Woolly instantly claimed it as his. 
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Today I’m channeling the 60s after watching good girl revolt and wanting to be that effortlessly cool. So knee highs and short skirt for the win. 
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Sexy bathroom selfie.