Tuesday 31 March 2009

• Plotting the next summer-time trip to Moureze.
• Running errands in Covent Garden at lunch time, bolting through touristy crowds.
• Someone elses's four small things shared.
• Biscuits concocted from sparse cupboard stuff. A craving for the sweet slaked.
• A fleeting smile in passing, again and again.

Monday 30 April 2009

• A duel fuel lamp
• Lettuce sandwiches in bed.
• doodle.com - lifechanging
• A couple of hours with AB. Always (well, usually) a pleasure.
• A pitstop on the way home.

Sunday 29 March 2009

• A lovely long light evening, washed in golden sunshine.
• Sleep, sleep, sleep.
• Cherry juice and fizzy water.
• An aimless wander that took me exploring through Finsbury Park, Highbury and Holloway.
• Not burning the house down. (Phew.)

Saturday 28 March 2009

• A great coffee.
• Waking up tangled in limbs and sheets.
• Reading quietly on the sofa. A too rare pleasure.
• A meeting of minds and the concomittant platonic phone numberage.
• A kiss for the birthday girl.

Friday 27 March 2009

• 45 minutes alone with a glass of red and a good book. Necessary breathing space.
• An outside heater.
• Warming my frozen feet on soft, hot skin.
• Placing a hand on a shoulder.
• End of year end. Thank god.

Thursday 26 March 2009

• A decision made to go to France within the next ten days. Hoorah.
• A comment on the fact that I'm wearing colour... colour consisting of white, grey and black. Not really that far from the norm?
• An invitation to the NW.
• Dinner with a friend on Endell Street.
• Sitting quietly on the stairs waiting for the kettle to boil. A few moments of silence and solitude in half light.

Wednesday 25 March 2009

Policemen posed (and poised) like ballerinas.
A wink from the barman at Benugo. Hee!
Prawns, and fried stuff.
Finding time for a long-over due Boots pitstop. (Jesus, how tragic is my life? That's a highlight?)
Looking for rainbows on the walk between offices.

Tuesday 24 March 2009

• A samosa and apple juice for breakfast.
• A funny story that kept me giggling, out loud, all the way to work. Squirrels, nudity, moped helmets and Iron Maiden. What more do you need?
• A perfect temperature bath.
• A photo from last summer.
• A familiar face on google street view.

Monday 23 March 2009

• Pink flowers on grey leafless trees.
• A cafe that not only melts the cheese on a jacket potato for you, but adds chili flakes on request.
• The semi-predictable tumble into bed - not unwelcome though.
• Stuffed birds and a cross-eyed fox.
• Balancing on the street curb - unsuccessfully.

Sunday 22 March 2009

• Breakfast outside with the papers, in the sunshine.
• A warm walk through the countryside wearing wellies.
• A long afternoon of barely restrained hysteria.
• Vindication for a nosebleed inflicted upon a sister, many many years ago.
• Finally, bed.

Saturday 21 March 2009

• Fish tended to.
• Sitting outside all evening, looking over the Thames.
• Not sustaining any lasting damage when I fell over in the shower (!? How?).
• An Irish accent.
• A scribbled note on my hand that led me to Rilke's Les Roses.

Friday 20 March 2009

• The first day of Spring.
• Accidental Friday-ness. Inevitable, really.
• Lunch in the sunshine - and wandering down an inauspicious all way to stumble across an undulating green space.
• People watching.
• Rapid texting.

Thursday 19 March 2009

• An evening of good, clever conversation.
• Walking down Marylebone High Street.
• Getting about as close and personal to Wembley Stadium as I ever will. (Hint: it wasn't that close.)
• A long hot shower before bed.
• The uncanny valley (demonstrated on a napkin).

Wednesday 18 March 2009

• Spending time with Seamus Heaney. Such a privilege.
• A job well done.
• Fixing things with a snapped-at friend.
• Armfuls of flowers.
• A clipboard filled with very important papers, cheques, a phone and - vitally - lipstick. What more does a girl need?

Tuesday 17 March 2009

• A synchronised departure from work.
• Pottering in my room, quietly and calmly. Sometimes it's nice to just be at home.
• Seeking out patches of glorious sunshine in amongst the shadows cast by sunlit buildings.
• Broccoli. As someone I read today wrote - a perplexing combination of mushy and crunchy.
• Feeling ready and in control (touch wood).

Monday 16 March 2009

• A speck of blue glitter on a pink shirt. (And the slightly abashed back story.)
• Random drinks.
• A very delicious and unnecessary croque monsieur croissant.
• Other people's lunch.
• Hip bones.

Sunday 15 March 2009

• A chance encounter, and a compliment.
• Peacocks in a gilded cage.
• A spring-warm afternoon.
• Curled hair.
• An evening at home alone.

Saturday 14 March 2009

• Realising - through the pre-consciousness mental scramble to establish where I need to be, whether I'm late - that it's Saturday. Best. Feeling. Ever.
• A man carrying a cat and a guitar through Covent Garden. (A cat in a tshirt, no less)
• The UK citizenship test - hours of fun.
• Gin-based deception.
• Good music in Barrio North.

Friday 13 March 2009

• Three yellow skittles on a grey pavement.
• The second Friday the thirteenth in a row.
• The marvels of Exmouth Market.
• Wearing a short sleeved tshirt outside.
• A shaft of light cutting across a dusty blackboard.

Thursday 12 March 2009

• Thinking I was late, but actually being ahead of myself.
• Arundel Square.
• Lunch, brought from home.
• Oh. Dear. God. I couldn't tear myself away from the horror. The HORROR.
• Ridiculously teenaged behaviour on a street corner.

Wednesday 11 March 2009

• Warm and soft air after dark - almost like an early summer evening.
• Iceberg lettuce.
• Coffee, coffee, coffee.
• Red under black - never fails to make me smile.
• A window desk in a different location.

Tuesday 10 March 2009

• Skeletal tree shadows by the British Museum
• Unexpectedly bumping into a friend, at an interesting talk.
• A snatched conversation on the pavement.
• Many compliments on the stripes.
• A backlog of podcasts to entertain me.

Monday 9 March 2009

• The first song on my ipod this morning? Monday Monday by the Mamas & Papas.
• The smell of grassy mud.
• A mug of tea by the side of my bed.
• New shelves! (At work, sadly - no space at home.)
• Making sensible decisions about the direction my evening was going to take.

Sunday 8 March 2009

• Walking from Oval to Holloway in glorious sunshine, before 11am.
• Finding a bottle of Cahors in Waitrose.
• Lunch with a good gaggle of people.
• Not losing my phone.
• Jazz in the Village at the end of a fun day.

Saturday 7 March 2009

• A new gallery space.
• The smell of clean and ironed clothes.
• An evening of tasty food, good conversation and mindless movies.
• Roni Horn's Pink Tons.
• The moon lighting a cloudless spot in the sky, shining through skeletal winter trees.

Friday 6 March 2009

• 8am sunshine that felt like a UMass morning.
• Catching the bus home. Relatedly, being back in the flat by 6.50 - unheard of, and wonderful.
• Reading on the tube.
• Minxy - the word, the sentiment.
• Freesias. We always have fresh flowers, and this week it's freesias. I love freesias.

Thursday 5 March 2009

• A folder, accidentally abandoned, speedily retrieved.
• Waking up, curled in a big white bed to views of a sunlit Covent Garden, followed by a half hour stroll to the office, coffee in hand. The perfect commute.
• Smirking at the disapproving men in a poorly-chosen pub, and then gleefully exacerbating the situation.
• Perfect timing.
• Cherry red DMs.

Wednesday 4 March 2009

• A sweet card in the post (and shoes, returned).
• A chatty maternal phone call, with good advice.
• A battered sausage. Filth.
• A JCB digger crossing Westminster Bridge, spotted underneath Big Ben.

Tuesday 3 March 2009

• A pleasing combination of clothes (stripes and satin and yellow and patent leather).
• Peppercorn sauce and chips.
• Leaving halfway through.
• The Good Terrorist.
• The sound of rain against the windows - when I'm curled up inside, warm and dry.

Monday 2 March 2009

• Popping in, unexpectedly, to a book launch, only to discover that the artist was someone I'd seen in Berlin and really liked.
• Good chatter with a new person and a familiar friend, in a Spitalfields pub that I've walked past a hundred times before.
• Walking along the river in daylight.
• Kissing a smooth-shaved cheek at the end of the night.
• A cream cheese bagel bought and eaten on the hop in Brick Lane, despite the skinny hipped jeans.

Sunday 1 March 2009

• An escaped orange balloon floating into a peach-streaked sunset, across the Thames.
• A couple of hours in a comfy chair, red wine in hand, reading fiction.
• An unexpectedly fun conversation over coffee.
• Double Indemnity.
• Watching day break, listening to the dawn chorus. Insomnia can have its upsides.