A weekend as a unicorn

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. 
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Friday night rocked my unicorn onesie on the sofa like a boss.
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Saturday morning rocked it again for breakfast even more like a boss. And for good luck for the viewings. 
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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? 
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George matched my successful look. Too bad we were the only ones who dressed up…
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On Sunday morning George went for the Johnny bravo hair. Winning. 
That’s how lovely a weekend as a unicorn can be. 

I’m here!

Safe and sound in Tel Aviv. Super easy and hassle free journey in and currently sitting on the beach enjoying dinner and a beer.

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Yes! So far you are treating me pretty lovely Israel. 
You have to love staying on the beach. At least I am.
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Also eating some delicious food. 
I think you and I’ll have a good time Tel Aviv. 

We signed a flat!

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. 
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Living room 
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Garden! With actual hanging out space and that woolly will love.
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Kitchen. With a big fridge and freezer. Hello all the ice cream. And ice! 
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Bedroom. With door out into to garden. Yes to lazy mornings and letting W straight out without walking him first.
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Study and extra room.
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And the bathroom. Pretty banging. 
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More garden because love the garden 
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Floor plan 
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And yeah, just around the corner.
Best. Saturday. Ever 

Fire and drinks

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 
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Yesterday popped by trailer happiness on our way to dinner at temper. Rasa showed off her fire skills. 
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Then met this beauty for her 30th. Delicious drinks and good company. Acing life.
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Makes you this happy 
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Or maybe it’s was the double fisting of drinks. 
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When I got to check out my man reading a book on the way home my night was complete #blessed #yoganext #andhealthylife 
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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. 

Hanging about

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. 

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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. 
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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. 
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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’ 
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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. 
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Today two viewings and dinner out and about. Living the London dream 

Life in 3 selfies

Life eh. Throws you a curve ball. Never boring this living shit. 

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Yesterday I got a new, pretty ring delivered. It’s like a mega star on my finger. Needed.
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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.
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My face when I realised what this means. 
Damn.
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! 

Christmas is coming

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 
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Don’t tell anyone it’s Spotify, I need to set the lists up on Deezer…
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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. 
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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. 
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But W and me will cheer him on from afar. We are believers. 
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But back to Christmas. This is the garden centre at Ravenscourt. Loving it. Katta and me went there on Sunday and it was heaven. 
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Sun, tea, cake and awesome friends. Life -10points 

Parents in London

Lovely having mum and dad in town. And somewhat exhausting :). I might have fallen asleep for a good 3 hours after they left. But mostly just lovely. 

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On Friday we met at the hotel. As always. My parents like their traditions and this is certainly one of them. 
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Katta joined for drinks and snacks. She had dressed up for the first meeting with the elders. As she said ‘we are taking the next step in our friendship’. 
My parents love her so success.
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After a couple of drinks we hiked the long trek up to east London for dinner at petit pois. 
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George joined looking dashing in shirt and tie. 
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Mum was not impressed with all the photos being taken. Even if she loves the end result on Christmas…
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Dinner done and dusted. We couldn’t even finish the chocolate mousse. Poor form. 
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Stu joined us at Found. First time for the parents at this cocktail heaven. 
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Happy faces all around. How not when you are drinking a curious George. 
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Hot stuff. 
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Ending the night with a family photo on the street. Or, the parents ended the night. George and me met up with my colleague and went to a hippie club in dalston called passing clouds. As you do.
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The next day we met at Westfield’s for shopping and Christmas feeling. Dad and Christmas trees, two if my favourite things. 
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Super mega fancy lunch at the food court. 
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Looking almost fresh even if this was followed by the sleep and then heading up to Notting hill for all the drinks. But that will be the next post. Need to keep you guys reading. 

Toodles

It’s Friday people! 

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Off to have dinner with the parents, Katta and George. People are dressing up and being excited about meeting the elders. I just want to get them drunkish at Found. Even parents need to let loose at times.
See you on the other end of the weekend. 

Bone daddies and milk punch

Parents in town! I’ll go see them for an early dinner tonight and tomorrow take them around town for dinner and drinks. Bring them down the rabbit hole that is London cocktail scene with me. 

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Yesterday however met up with these two heroes for dinner and drinks. And some stylish fashion statements. 
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Winners. Love bone daddies. You kind of think it’s healthy because it’s ramen. Until you realise it’s totally not. But that’s not going to stop you from licking the bowl because delicious.
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Then we went for a couple of drinks at swift. This is their delicious milk punch. Like a dessert you never want to end. 
But it eventually did and we went home to mini doggo. #goodparents