Monday 22 February 2010

• Wrangling sheets - bed linen and paper.
• Chips and flatmate company for tea.
• Fresh pitta, freezer restocked.
• Catching up before the day is over.
• Taking refuge behind my ipod.

Sunday 21 February 2010

• A fry-up and crossword for breakfast.
• Bradley's Spanish Bar, finally.
• Backhanded compliments - all good, I think.
• Good conversation and great company.
• Dressing like a 16 year old boy.

Saturday 20 February 2010

• A new frock (size six and purple!). Oh so lady-like.
• A West London lunch avec ma soeur. A patisserie valerie croque monsieur and earl grey.
• Quiet at home.
• Green sauce.
• Coffee and spring air on the balcony.

Friday 19 February 2010

• Homemade Mexican food on the sitting room floor.
• White beer.
• Compliments in the changing room.
• A cashmere cardigan, light as a cloud. (Sadly, expensive as diamonds).
• Stumbling up the stairs in the half light, heading to bed like a homing pigeon.

Thursday 18 February 2010

• Alain Ducasse at the Dorchester. Oh, so delicious and oh, so refined.
• Frock shopping.
• They've significantly improved the 5th Floor bar at Waterstones. Hoorah.
• Bringing a 'vintage' handbag back to life.
• Good news in my inbox.

Wednesday 17 February 2010

• Pottering in the kitchen - handmade mushroom ravioli. Tasty.
• Living and working in a place that I can just stop in at Chinatown on the way home. No big deal.
• A kinderbueno!
• Stripey paperclips. Simple pleasures.
• Cushions, blanket, sleeeep.

Tuesday 16 February 2010

• Taking refuge from the rain with wine, pizza and talk of sofas (and other less civilised things).
• A new book - bought in 2008, started today. I love the fact that I can place when and where I bought every single book I own.
• Being benched early, to my benefit.
• Breton stripes.
• A handroll on the hop. Mmm - prawns and avocado.

Monday 15 February 2010

• Muddling around with the gang in Soho, culminating in musical antics.
• A supper solution.
• A raised eyebrow in response to untoward advances. Point proven.
• Genuine and uncontrollable laughter at the revelation of my plans. Hmm.
• La Hartwell's irrepressible good humour.

Sunday 14 February 2010

• Job done.
• I'm now in possession of my very own 'professional thinning shears'. Potentially a recipe for disaster, I suspect.
• Haggis and clapshot. Oodles of the stuff.
• The Bell Jar. A good book.
• Catching the last tube back out of town. Victory!

Saturday 13 February 2010

• Good art, good company. Can't beat a show with Hiorns, Hamilton and Hopper all together.
• A beautifully packaged 1950s board game, with fab career options - uranium mining, moon-exploration, 'big business' and Hollywood.
• Gentle teasing.
• A man in DMs. It's a good look.
• Ice cream and a mug of black coffee for breakfast. Shameful? I'm not so sure.

Friday 12 February 2010

• The Millennium Bridge after dark. Always a pleasure.
• Trapeze flying as a mutual interest. Can't be very often that circus arts are used successfully to smooth social intercourse.
• Reading on the tube on the way home.
• A Southbank evening - Tate, BFI, Oxo Tower.
• Victory over the sofa of doom.

Thursday 11 February 2010

• Finding perfect gloves (cashmere!) in the paltry selection, having dashed into M&S in sheer blue fingered desperation.
• An appointment at the police station.
• I'm a big fan of a reine panini.
• Learning dexterity.
• Blitzing a chore I'd not quite been able to get my head around.

Wednesday 10 February 2010

• A night off, indulging in domesticity and catching up with the boys.
• This week's wardrobe theme appears to be a 1980s Edward Gorey mashup. I'm quite enjoying it - stripes, dead doll hair and converse.
• A walk around the block at lunch time.
• Clear bright blue light reflecting off the balcony into the bedroom. Quickly replaced by pea-sized hailstones - but a mere flash of spring helped me clamber out from between the sheets.
• Coffee, coffee, coffee.

Tuesday 9 February 2010

• Poor behavior noted. It's not just me!
• Revealing the point of private views.
• Pretending to be a football aficionado.
• A man in a fantastic red coat.
• An impromptu catch up.

Monday 8 February 2010

• The slippery slide between gently tipsy and crazy drunk.
• A packet of hula hoops waiting for me at home.
• Sartorial advice.
• Meddling in love lives.
• So many blogs full of pretty design things. I want, I need, I lust.

Sunday 7 February 2010

• Good views with good company in a dubious pub.
• Popcorn, popcorn.
• Rocking the converse.
• A full house.
• The minor sense of achievement that accompanied clearing out the bathroom cabinet. So many empty toothpaste tubes!

Saturday 6 February 2010

• Erm. I cut my own hair, with dressmaking scissors. It's not bad.
• A Holloway day.
• New stripes.
• Scenes from Sons and Lovers.
• Midnight pizza, with avocado and a slight sense of shame.

Friday 5 February 2010

• Sleeping and sleeping and sleeping while the house was spring cleaned.
• New books, bought and consumed at a pace.
• Weekday dim sum, with the requisite 'smiley' service. I love indoctrinating new people to the joys of little dumplings.
• Breakfast on the balcony in bright sunlight.
• Beautiful cinematography. I want to be lit in graphic black and white.

Thursday 4 February 2010

• Giving a beautiful chair to someone who appreciates the beauty. Hee!
• Good curry.
• Learning about photography in the British Library.
• Wardrobe foresight paid off.
• Bar hopping and quiz machines on Upper Street.

Wednesday 3 February 2010

• Secret squirrel behaviour.
• A bag of hot and salty chips on the front door step.
• Catching up with la Hartwell.
• A late night log fire.
• I'm a convert to the joy of a sheepskin rug. So soft and warm.

Tuesday 2 February 2010

• Spot on timing for an early morning meeting.
• An interesting professional lead.
• Accidental frolicking in the comfortable standard of Le Beaujolais.
• My faith in the police has been cemented. Good follow up.
• My own bed, two nights in a row. Hoorah!
  

Monday 1 February 2010

• A big pot of chili with doritos.
• Photos marking the end of an era on the balcony, with views across Westminster.
• More hyacinths. Spring is a-comin', and January is dead.
• Pretty purple underwear.
• A croissant on the way to work.

Sunday 31 January 2010

• Good music and good company in the Nags Head.
• Cocoa pops.
• Secretly tinkering in the attic space. (Confidential to the owner of the attic space: don't even think about looking for Timmy up there.)
• A 7am scuttle to bed was made much sweeter by a glimpse of clear sky, streaked with flaming reds and oranges as dawn broke.
• Dozing on a sheepskin rug.