- A new game to play: goth, hen do or halloween. Bonus points awarded for a combination of any two, and a Mars Bar if all three are spotted in one package.
- Archiving clothes.
- Perching in the kitchen, reading out crossword clues, while bacon sizzled for butties.
- Sewing frocks to fit. There ain't nothing I can't do with a needle and spool of thread.
- A can of stella and some pringles. Filth.
Saturday 31st October 2009
Friday 30 October 2009
- People who pronounce bourgeois in a very French accent - rolling Rs and flourishing finishes.
- An impromptu meeting - flavoured with books and Euclidean geometry and displacement.
- Champagne and steak frites.
- A whimsically gothic black feathered bird.
- Perfume high jinks in Fortnum and Mason.
Thursday 29 October 2009
- Walking through the manicured grounds of Valentines Mansion at dusk. Unexpectedly lovely in the middle of Ilford.
- A conference of geekery: social theory, politics and the arts. So good to be back in a lecture hall.
- The perfect shade of red lipstick. It makes my eyes so blue - how does that work?
- A galeless autumn has led to coloured leaves falling to the ground in perfect circles around the base of trees.
- Cherry tomatoes in a can. How exciting.
Tuesday 27 October 2009
- Faux bitchiness, via the medium of instant message. Just an excuse to be amusing, really.
- Being taken to the Japanese restaurant I've been meaning to go to for years. You know, the one under Centrepoint? Sushi and edamame and miso and tempura and some very polite bowing.
- Walking all the way home.
- A decade on from yesterday, referencing the 30s.
- TV flavoured banter in the canteen.
Monday 26 October 2009
- A Mary Poppins sky.
- Duel incomprehensibility.
- The clean snap of celery.
- Running errands in the sunshine at lunchtime.
- Channeling the twenties via vintage primark.
Sunday 25 October 2009
- An extra hour to while away between the sheets.
- The wonderful Stoke Newington bookshop.
- A cup of tea in Ellie's kitchen.
- A magnificent lasagna.
- Hearing that a friend has absolutely behaved as I thought she would - in fact, has been stellar.
Saturday 24 October 2009
- The smell of clean ironing.
- McGuyvering dresses.
- Holding my own in a gaggle of smart women.
- A smile across the room.
- A bizarre interaction with the man who sold me the papers.
Friday 23 October 2009
- A burrito in the park.
- A professional compliment.
- Fun and (card) games at a theatrical after party.
- A better interior than exterior.
- Crossing Blackfriar's Bridge, just at the point the moon was glowing and the sun was setting.
Thursday 22 October 2009
- Correctly interpreting a handwiggle as 7.30, to the shock of both the handwiggler and an impartial observer.
- Not being locked in.
- Slumping on the sofa to mock terrible tv with Alf. Fearne meets Paris, really?
- An all time low weight (a transient moment, but gratifying all the same).
- Apparently, I'm emotionally stable. That's a good thing, right?
Wednesday 21 October 2009
- Eight years of dirty flirty online banter.
- The light of a setting sun over Westminster.
- Drunken revellry.
- Warm fingers, cold skin.
- Nuked potatoes and cheese and rocket.
Tuesday 20 October 2009
- Finally waving the littlest Pickard off on a great big adventure.
- Tolerance towards my grump on the way to work.
- Walnut oil.
- Being gently quizzed.
- Big deep drags of fresh air after a couple of hours in training on an oxygenless floor.
Monday 19 October 2009
- Kate's green shoes / green coat combination.
- Chips and steak and mushrooms and peas.
- An ersatz monkey shoulder moment.
- Vicarious shopping.
- The smell of Autumn in the air.
Sunday 18 October 2009
- Street lamp light through yellow autumn leaves like an Orla Kiely pattern.
- Playing with my hair. Too 'cute because you've tried something that doesn't work and it looks funny'? (Hmm, thanks Alf?)
- Success at Spitalfields Market.
- Having my tea unbegrudgingly cooked for me at midnight, while I perched on the bin and nattered inanely.
- A sign of commitment to splitting my time across two locations.
Saturday 17 October 2009
- Sliding back to bed in a decadent manner.
- A bag full of goodies: eighties movie classics, cheese and red wine, brought to my front door.
- Good lighting.
- Being called on the fact that I was behaving like a wee menace in the kitchen.
- 4OD in the bath. Hee!
Friday 16 October 2009
- Half an hour in candlelit quietness with my book, with a little bit of surreptitious people watching thrown in.
- Catching up with Ross Head over lunch.
- A smile from the man laughing with (at?) me as I scuttled for the bus.
- Flock of Seagulls references.
- An unconsciously lascivious glance.
Thursday 15 October 2009
- A bottomless cup of inky black coffee.
- Chattering in the kitchen, perched on the worktop.
- Ticks on my to do list.
- The power of a slick of red lipstick.
- Sinking into a hot bath before facing the day.
Wednesday 14 October 2009
- A battle between gull and crow, swooping above my head with mewing shrieks that just about stopped me from fully succumbing to morning crankiness.
- A gaggle in the Marquis of Granby, where I provided the intersection of a venn diagram of grey layers and hoxton checks.
- A techy budget problem resolved by my hero.
- An extended conversation about the interesting bits of football.
- The unexpected warmth of new lino flooring under my feet.
Tuesday 13 October 2009
- A very large and perfectly spherical man precariously riding a wobbly wee bike.
- Perfidious. A very, very good word.
- A perfect glass of chilled white wine to decompress over at the Norfolk Arms.
- The lovely Matthew Taylor, strutting his stuff at the RSA.
- The return of my partner in crime.
Monday 12 October 2009
- Long wintery shadows across Trafalgar Square in bright morning light.
- A fit of the giggles while hiding on the staircase.
- A moment on the top deck of the bus, realising I was going home with no hangover, no work and nowhere to be. Slightly unsettling, quite liberating.
- A quick glass of red and a chatter.
- The smell of clean washing infiltrated throughout my big soft scarf.
Sunday 11 October 2009
- Coffee with La Hartwell in a secret sitting room.
- A pit stop at the Camden Arts Centre.
- Web access from my phone. Never fails to amuse me.
- Chattering to the flatmates for ten minutes on my return home.
- The golden evening sun over H&I tube station.
Saturday 10 October 2009
- Spotting a new routine - crossword in the cafe.
- Rose champagne and porcini crackers.
- Cooking up a frenzy (and going a shade of puce to prove it).
- Bread sauce, bread sauce - in HP's honour.
- Reading by the Aga.
Thursday 8 October 2009
- Homemade cream of tomato soup (and an excuse to use my handblender. Always a pleasure.).
- A green smelling candle, sitting pretty on my green bookshelves.
- Melting into a big bear hug at the front door.
- Two twittering girls at the bus stop. Like, Islington's version of Valley girls, yeah?
- It's a lie - the drugs do work. Thanks, generic Day Nurse capsules.
Wednesday 7 October 2009
- Hot water bottle, tea and the sofa.
- The shine of my leather satchel, post-weekend polishing.
- Rose flavoured vaseline tucked in my pocket.
- A wardrobe-clash warning via text.
- Lunch delivered to my desk.
Tuesday 6 October 2009
- Having my tiny mind blown, thinking about the universe.
- The gang in the pub.
- Grey legs and silver shoes.
- Porridge for lunch.
- An assessing look.
Monday 5 October 2009
- Weeping with laughter.
- Learning stuff (did you know the word scientist didn't exist until the 1830s? Thrills and spills, huh).
- Pizza bigger than ... well, bigger than the table.
- The broken window in the building across from my desk refracting and twinkling in the rainy light.
- New shoes and new books on my desk. One solved the problem of an absence of literature on my person, the other solved the problem of the presence of very soggy ballet pumps.
Sunday 4 October 2009
- Chocolate icecream. Surprisingly desired and surprisingly good.
- A day of dozing.
- The light at dusk towards Archway.
- Blue halogen light through dark green leaves.
- A twitch, in the palm of my hand.
Saturday 3 October 2009
- Making up fairytales for a 21st century London.
- Discovering the answers behind the mystery of a croque monsieur.
- Chips for breakfast (oh, the shame. (In my defense, it was 1pm and they were served with a breakfast-ish sandwich and buckets of coffee)).
- A single girl Saturday night.
- A flat filled with the scent and warmth of tomatoes roasting with spices.
Friday 2 October 2009
- A single rolling movement, from bed to home to work.
- The wonder of Time Out. Evening plans sorted in a couple of clicks.
- A stunning venue, filled with lovely sounds.
- A heroic arrival with a large cup of coffee.
- A perfectly constructed dirty martini.
Thursday 1 October 2009
- Oysters (and - perhaps more importantly - a shared appreciation of the wee beasts).
- Impromptu dinner plans, filled with laughter, references to childhood rivalry and a few bottles of red.
- Doubled up duvets.
- Clever packaging.
- Starting my day in London's Living Room, with cracking views across the city.
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