It’s Halloween tomorrow. And I’m in Israel minus outfit and a conference to attend. Yes, that is a tragedy.
However, most people people celebrated this weekend so all could have not been lost. If someone had invite me to a dress up party. Which no one did. Bastards.
That is not going to stop me though.
Friday night rocked my unicorn onesie on the sofa like a boss.
Saturday morning rocked it again for breakfast even more like a boss. And for good luck for the viewings.
And when Bella changed her bday party theme to be ‘dress for success’ I went for the triple. What is more success than a unicorn?
George matched my successful look. Too bad we were the only ones who dressed up…
On Sunday morning George went for the Johnny bravo hair. Winning.
That’s how lovely a weekend as a unicorn can be.
Safe and sound in Tel Aviv. Super easy and hassle free journey in and currently sitting on the beach enjoying dinner and a beer.
Yes! So far you are treating me pretty lovely Israel.
You have to love staying on the beach. At least I am.
Also eating some delicious food.
I think you and I’ll have a good time Tel Aviv.
For the parents out there wondering. We have found a place. It was one of those were we walked and just knew it was our place. Both of us came out excitedly talking about our parties and Woolly and just life.
It’s got a garden, two bedrooms (for anyone visiting you can have your own room), 1 min down the road and same price as the one we are in. All the things we were dreaming of.
And the best thing, we get to do it together.
Garden! With actual hanging out space and that woolly will love.
Kitchen. With a big fridge and freezer. Hello all the ice cream. And ice!
Bedroom. With door out into to garden. Yes to lazy mornings and letting W straight out without walking him first.
Study and extra room.
And the bathroom. Pretty banging.
More garden because love the garden
And yeah, just around the corner.
Best. Saturday. Ever
Phew. Busy bee at the moment. Mostly because of the viewings. And a bit of stress over Tel Aviv on Sunday. George don’t really get it because mega social but I’m stressing big time about a) going by myself without knowing anyone for 4 days and being that person awkwardly hovering next to the buffet b) speaking in front of 500 experts. Gaaaaah!!
We’ve been to 6 viewings today. Nothing spectacular though so the hunt goes on. We also ran into Ella at havelock. She gave me some bad news that threw me a bit. So very happy for a night on the sofa tonight #oldandproud
Yesterday popped by trailer happiness on our way to dinner at temper. Rasa showed off her fire skills.
Then met this beauty for her 30th. Delicious drinks and good company. Acing life.
Makes you this happy
Or maybe it’s was the double fisting of drinks.
When I got to check out my man reading a book on the way home my night was complete #blessed #yoganext #andhealthylife
This morning Katta sent me a photo of the first time we met. 21 year old Cissi in Lund. Same awesome photo face that I sport 14 years later.
Is it a sign of getting old when you feel a bit hanging after 2 ciders? Because in that case I’m ooooold. Oh well, won’t stop me behaving like a kid.
Yesterday I spent the day in a state of constant panic having to talk to estate agents. I hate the phone. I’ve even made dad use FaceTime so I can see his face. But estate agents love phones.
So phone it is.
By the end of the day I was dead looking forward to dinner and drinks with Albin who’s in town.
Me and Woolly waited and waited. And snapchatted our waiting. Will anyone truly know your suffering if it’s not on social media?
It turned out he was happily on his way to the wrong pub.
Woolly was not impressed. ‘I’ve waited for you for 1.5 years and now you make me wait another 30 min. What kind of monster are you’
But all is well that ends well. Albin showed up, we had food and eventually Katta swung by after work in time to take this ‘am I going to kiss you or have I just missed you’ photo.
Today two viewings and dinner out and about. Living the London dream
Life eh. Throws you a curve ball. Never boring this living shit.
Yesterday I got a new, pretty ring delivered. It’s like a mega star on my finger. Needed.
I was chillin at home doing nothing waiting for my man to come home when I got an email from our landlord saying they are going to renovate the flat and need us to move out.
My face when I realised what this means.
But, thinking about it I think we can find something really good and it will be very nice for George and me to get a place the two of us.
So, the search is on! 3 viewings organised for tomorrow. Boojah!
Today it’s two months to Christmas. Time to get excited for real!!
With that said, I have already bought half of the gifts (including getting everything in order for Gs one. I’ll blow his little socks off if I can get it all done) and started listening to Christmas songs yesterday
Don’t tell anyone it’s Spotify, I need to set the lists up on Deezer…
This is serious business guys. Only two months to enjoy. Lucia is booked, ticket home sorted and the Swedish Christmas market planned. Need my ginger bread dough fix.
My own naked bartender. George making syrup for the gin off on Monday. Unfortunately I’m in Tel Aviv (gaaaaah, freaking out about my panel stuff) so I can’t support him.
But W and me will cheer him on from afar. We are believers.
But back to Christmas. This is the garden centre at Ravenscourt. Loving it. Katta and me went there on Sunday and it was heaven.
Sun, tea, cake and awesome friends. Life -10points