- Making it by the skin of my teeth.
- A wardrobe clone malfunction. Oops.
- Guards in St James (and Gideon, looking particularly Blow Up). Relatedly, I do love talking to random people.
- A pit stop for a glass of beaujolais - before heading home to find leftovers.
- Revelations.
Monday 30 November 2009
Sunday 29 November 2009
- Hashbrowns (yes, I do mean four, please).
- Hiding from the pelting rain by scuttling into the movies.
- Matching feet.
- Bed with a book.
- Two gothic cross dressers, lost, on my doorstep.
Saturday 28 November 2009
- Lazing on the sofa with the papers and the decadence of pizza during the day.
- A last minute, late night dash to the Landseer - with a sense of anticipation entirely linked to the last time I was there.
- Blitzing the Times puzzles - clearly a lower level of smarts required to read that particular paper.
- Flashcards. I am geek, hear me roar.
- Looking like a pixie in my duffel coat.
Friday 27 November 2009
- Hiding away at Hideout.
- Lunch with a disconcertingly familiar voice.
- A reclaimed afternoon.
- Felicitous timing (for me, not for the poor soul who walked four miles home from Wood Green).
- 'Get out with your bad fashionable self'. (I probably shouldn't have replied that the three scarves are a corollary of the weather, not a style statement, should I?)
Thursday 26 November 2009
- Vintage bridal fun and games.
- The New Rose, in two stages (including a pub quiz that elicitated a roar of 'Maddy!' when the books round came up. Gratifying.)
- Late night pasta medley, made from a concotion of freezer goodies.
- A shared roll of the eyes at a ratty wench 'concerned' about standing on bags. Really?.
- A cotton bag solution.
Wednesday 25 November 2009
- Another stage in a horrid process down - faking it til I make it.
- Buckets of champagne and canapes at the Tate, providing sustenance for the Pickard sister double act.
- Advocating (once again) slightly over excitedly (once again) for the wonder that is Roger Hiorn's Seizure.
- Finishing my book in a comfy chair upstairs at the Harp.
- Lashing of red lipstick - armour against the outside world.
Tuesday 24 November 2009
- Masters results back... a distinction! 77% for my blasted dissertation. Hoo-fucking-rah!
- A big old bear hug at the end of a horrid, horrid day.
- A new pen.
- A moment of quiet with a small glass of wine and an out of date Style magazine before I slid into bed.
- Broccoli, cooked just so.
Monday 23 November 2009
- A parting kiss, while I'm half asleep.
- Mushroom soup in a jam jar. Genius.
- The fascinating horror of The Apprentice, USA. What is with that hair?
- Aussie cooking - meat with a side of meat.
- Marmite flavoured cashew nuts. I haven't yet partaken of this joy, but I'm happy just knowing they exist.
Sunday 22 November 2009
- Fish scrubbed and cleaned and shiny. Much overdue.
- The warm fug of soup making on a Sunday - I potter more for the feel of domesticity than the (admittedly tasty) final product.
- Making the decision to haul my frozen ass out of bed to fill a hot water bottle. Wise.
- Discovering Misfits.
- A fit of flat cleaning. The bathroom hasn't twinkled in so much bleached glory in a while.
Saturday 21 November 2009
- Architecture and biology combined.
- An extended-family coffee-stop in South Ken.
- Dinner above the French House (followed by random conversations with random punters downstairs).
- Involuntary laughter at a rain drenched victor - after a speedy run back to rescue an abandoned bag.
- Such pretty things in the V&A shop.
Thursday 19 November 2009
- The mental image of my partner in crime in red sequined hotpants - there's no place like home, indeed.
- A new place for libations.
- People watching, oh the people watching. Who were they, and what were they doing?
- Discovering taramasalata in the shop. Lunch, sorted.
- An invitation to the opening of a long-awaited project.
Wednesday 18 November 2009
- A job well done, with no crises and no awkward moments.
- A brilliant fact: one single tree provided all the veneer for both auditoriums at Kings Place.
- Prosecco at 5pm.
- An antisocial hermitty evening.
- Westminster, all abuzz with the opening of Parliament.
Tuesday 17 November 2009
- An impromptu steak dinner.
- Letting my fingernails grow just a little bit longer. It's quite a novel sensation, really.
- An eclectic mix of music in the background - Tchaikovsky to Dylan.
- Confirmation of next steps in a hellish process. Finally.
- The look of a large and slightly unwieldy crochet blanket on the bed. Shabby chic - I like it.
Monday 16 November 2009
- Pop ups! I love Robert Sabuda.
- Going into fix-it mode.
- School-canteen-style lunch choreography.
- Sobriety in the pub, sliding into accidental giggly drunkeness on the sofa.
- Networking, baby.
Sunday 15 November 2009
- Rescuing dinner when the oven broke halfway through baking and roasting and cooking. I just about held it together, I think. (Much duck fat smoothed the way.)
- New nail varnish, shiny and red - as per usual.
- Convincing a less than sceptical flatmate that I was about to give the goldfish colonic irrigation. Really?
- Fresh croissants, log fire, fiendishly difficult crossword. One of these things has now been banished from my life.
- Giving into the blinding whiteness of winter. Fake tan, I think I might miss you.
Saturday 14 November 2009
- Sleeping and sleeping and sleeping. I blame Alf for putting on the heating.
- French toast and coffee brought to my bedside.
- Sporting a chunky knit that is becoming much beloved.
- Two bottles of entirely drinkable wine for a fiver. Whoo, and indeed hoo.
- Malcolm Tucker demonstrating his particularly spectacular and malevolent talents moments after I explained just why I love him.
Friday 13 November 2009
- A large, fresh and clean carrot abandoned on a wall in Clerkenwell. A small bite had been taken off the end, and left by the side. So very orange, so very out of place.
- Sparklers at midnight.
- Other people, with demonstrable talent, singing around the piano.
- Not losing my lipstick, simply because it was recognised as mine. Does that make me classic, or predictable?
- Monkey Shoulder and a very pretty cup of tea.
Thursday 12 November 2009
- Managing to make my ipod sync podcasts after a too-long hiatus. This American Life, Stuff you should know and Sandi Toksvig - how I've missed you.
- Popcorn and soup. A surprisingly good combination.
- "Get your ass up here". Ok.
- Writing with pencil. There's something so satisfying about the glide of a lead pencil on lined paper.
- Hair tutorials. Who would have known braids were so covetable?
Wednesday 11 November 2009
- Cerys Mathews in Trafalgar Square, on the way to work. Random.
- New shoes!
- Sushi, sushi (and some tempura prawns).
- Boys in uniform.
- Not shoplifting (though it was a close call. Turns out, it's quite easy to forget that you threw on a black tshirt over your dress in order to see what the jacket you were actually considering looks like. Fortunately, you'll realise, when you take off your own jacket and scarves to try on something else, that you're wearing a large and unattractive top over your little blue frock. Phew).
Tuesday 10 November 2009
- Sacking off a literary event to go the pub. A necessary grump-cure.
- Prancing around M&S at Waterloo like a couple of fools.
- Lunch in the Crypt. An unexpected lull in my day.
- Playing I Spy via the medium of googlechat. Genius.
- A successfully cobbled together outfit, from my very own drawer.
Monday 9 November 2009
- A spare half an hour used to play with perfumes. I smelled pretty.
- Coffee in bed.
- A very early arrival into the office. Oh so quiet.
- One too many glasses of wine with an old acquaintance.
- Being rescued from my littlest hobo station on the front door step to watch An American Werewolf in London.
Sunday 8 November 2009
- A mass effort to complete the crossword.
- Soft skin.
- Curling up in the back row of the movies.
- Participating in flatmate banter through the warm fug of cooking and washing. Ah, domesticity.
- Roseanne on Youtube. (I was looking for Booker, to no avail. Still - belly laughs.)
Saturday 7 November 2009
- A new walk.
- A crush on the plumber. Relatedly, it turns out that a toolbox is a very seductive thing (insert screwdriver joke here).
- Sewing in the sunshine on the balcony, followed several hours later by a spectacular firework display across the whole of London, observed (standing precariously on a chair) from the same spot.
- Dozing - food-filled, knit-clad, fire-warmed.
- A bath hot enough to leave my skin looking like Neapolitan icecream.
Friday 6 November 2009
- A fish finger sandwich consumed in good company.
- Excitement in the office. 'Crime scene investigators'. I'll say nothing more.
- Accidentally flashing a man in a tree as I scuttled to the bathroom.
- Fortuitous timing, leaving the house just as the rain ceased.
- An easy Friday night with pizza, a real fire and a Kenny with a mask. No black velvets though...
Thursday 5 November 2009
- An Aberdonian speaking Doric to me in the pub. I may sound as middle class and south-eastern as they come, but I still understand enough Scots to get by. Gleikit, indeed.
- Truly, truly shocking lyrics. Oh dear.
- Hangover avoidance tactics successfully implemented. Mmm, noodle soup for lunch.
- An evening spent with an equally curmudgeonly soul.
- A brilliant first paragraph. Oh, John Updike. How I've loved you.
Wednesday 4 November 2009
- An onerous chore semi-completed.
- Frozen lasagne - sometimes leftovers are a good thing.
- An ersatz lunch club.
- A domestic trade - clean undies for an ironed frock.
- A hidden mammoth ivory bead.
Tuesday 3 November 2009
- Birds of prey in Trafalgar Square.
- Shifting from cold crisp white to warm warm red.
- A walk around the church.
- Not going postal with a spork in a meeting. Restraint is my middle name.
- Someone who will say fuck it with me on the spur of the moment.
Monday 2 November 2009
- Roasted butternut squash, tempered with sour cream. Too sweet for its own good, really.
- Studiousness.
- A present! V exciting. I may have squealed in excitement.
- Meandering through town with la Hartwell - running errands, mooching around the shops and eating peanuts.
- An old dress restored, with a splash of citrine green.
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