- Not one but two compliments on my very frivolous shiny red wellies as I trudged through the slush.
- A new brooch, NOT named Horace. Very definitively not named Horace. Thanks for that, Helen.
- A sofa crammed full of smiley faces, waving at me.
- A pavlovian response to music that took me right back to Chicagos. Sound of my youth, makes me smile.
- Hotwater bottle on my feet, right now - as I type this. What more could I ask for?
Thursday 7 January 2010
Wednesday 6 January 2010
- Being indulged in my very bad behaviour. Turns out, I need to be walked like a small and restless labrador puppy. Snow days aren't good for me, or those around me.
- A gaggle of cheeky chappies in the pub. Got to love men who talk excusively in cliches and epithets.
- Highgate Village in the snow. So very pretty.
- Dominoes. Another game for which to learn machiavellian tactics (or, as the dear departed Jade would have said, tictacs).
- Filthmongery.
Tuesday 5 January 2010
- Pottering in the kitchen, while Ellie slaved over a hot laptop in the other room. A precursor to our domestic bliss of the future, perhaps?
- Mushroom soup and bacon butties with an erstwhile ersatz Antipodean.
- A new coffee place. A victory three times over: finding this fab new place my companion had been too; realising it was a place that I'd been meaning to go for ages; and, very good coffee.
- Being very, very silly.
- Such pretty snow - the Whitehall Park conservation area (!) looks like a gingerbread town.
Monday 4 January 2009
- The illicit giddiness that accompanies a holiday in London, while the rest of the world returns to the grindstone.
- Impromptu dim sum.
- Parkhurst offices.
- A familiar face judged a photography prize. Relatedly, it's such a pleasure to have the time to pop into galleries.
- Sliding into bed to find a sleepy body.
Sunday 3 January 2010
- Tea and carrot sticks in Highbury.
- Reading and reading and reading.
- Swingers on the sofa (the movie, not the proclivity).
- Waking up tangled between lavender-scented sheets.
- Fortuitous bus timing that allowed me to keep all my extremities.
Saturday 2 January 2010
- Fish chowder for tea, brought to the door.
- Indulgence in chocolate. Ill advised and filthy. Tasty though.
- Chattering to the man at the Archway bookstall. He appreciated my literary tastes. Relatedly, new books! (It's a sickness. Can't. Stop.)
- Hibernation.
- Popcorn and za'atar.
Friday 1 January 2010
- Crossing Archway Bridge, in bright crisp sunshine. The start of a good new year's day walk (complete with squaky voiced impressions of all the smug marrieds, to the delight of my companion).
- Card tricks and cider.
- Sweet nothings, underscored by accusations of danger.
- Nachos. Very good nachos.
- Three flukey but perfectly timed wins at snap. I'll take the small victories where I can.
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