The small things in life

Phone’s back in my life. Yeaj! Didn’t even have time to call mum and dad before they did a trial run.

Call this morning:

Mum: I’m a bit surprised (sounding more pissed off). I was sitting there with the phone in my hand and then your dad said ‘its no use’ and then HE called you.

Even if he stole your thunder mum I’m happy to get to talk to both of you.

I woke on the wrong side this morning. Had a bit of a ‘there is so much stuff in my room’ tantrum (down side with having your boyfriend moving in with all his gear. That guy have so much stuff)

Tonight I’m shopping for ski stuff, going climbing (couldn’t get out of that one this time) and then cleaning the flat.

With fondness i remember last night hanging out with this old man. No stress, no drama, just me and the movie Beginners

Beautiful pictures of scary kids make my world spin

Only a couple of more days before St Anton. At the moment trying to collect a scrambled assortments of clothes to be able to actually get on the slopes. Not having been in years i don’t own any ski clothes at all. But i have faith in others.

Tonight sand papering at Oliver’s, dinner and maybe the gym or a walk. It is getting warmer out but today its shit. Its just so nice to get out for a bit so i might do the walk.

Reading a really fascinating book Miss Peregrin’s home for peculiar children. It will be made into a movie by Tim Burton. Thinks that’s today’s best news. It’s just a really cool, weird book with authentic vintage picture of scary looking kids. Reminds me of being a kid again believing that ghosts really existed when someone showed me old and black pictures of ghostly looking beings. It’s beautifully written and so unexpectedly weird that it got that book magic of taking you to another world.

Pick a dilly and paint the world yellow. Live in the absolute now, not 10 cm behind.

The weekend that went. One of those magical ones. Sun, the best company, champagne, strawberries, epic talks, long walks, spring, sun kissed cheeks, hugs, kisses, laughs, talking about the things that matters and the things that doesnt matter, late night sitting on a door step smoking, friends with happy faces and the feeling that life is pretty amazing.

Friday spent with Julia and Oliver. The cheese and sweets fest that never happened. The cheeses (or jesus). Saturday walk in Hyde Park. Shopping therapy, the unlikely combination of champagne and Eggs Benedict being awesome. Dressing up, twirling feeling pretty, vodka competing with a russian girl, no dinner too drunk very happy feeling. Sunday walk in the Best Place in London, the cemetery with two people that make me very, very happy. Saying goodbye to Julia already missing her but knowing that shes going to be there for ever.

Eggs Benedict. The only thing you ever need to see you through an entire day of champagne.

Beautiful Julia in her fast shoes (she is very proud of those shoes)

Champagne and good company makes you this happy.

More champagne and beautiful London at night.

It looks grey, it was sunny. Somehow london pictures always come out grey. Think its a way to keep fooling the world its always raining in London and keep them away from the best city in the world.

Spring! Its impossoble to not turn into a complete fool and stand in utter silence just watch the trees blooming.

Daffodils. A girl told me that’s why its called Picadilly, you picked daffodils there. I love that.
Best place in London with two people I absolutely love.

Cant be girls night without 4 shades of pink.

Miss you

I really am a very supportive girlfriend

Oliver and me went to his new place yesterday. They are finally getting somewhere with it, it looks really nice.

There was a lot of lifting, moaning (from me, i’m sick god dammit) and findings of old M&Ms in the cup boards. Oliver realized he was missing a vital part of his bed, that he cant start painting yet and the storage didnt take as much as they though but that didn’t bring him down (well, it did, but im trying to paint the picture of stoic suffering)

It will be very interesting to see the end of this. I’m almost (very) happy that i have Julia here this weekend so I cant help out with the rest of the fixing.

Cant wait for the weekend to start

At work today, never thought I was going to be this happy to be back in front of the computer but it means I’m well (ish). Hell yeah!

Tonight Lulle is coming. Woop, woop!! I am ridiculously (thank god for auto spelling) happy that she is coming here. We have no plans other than wine lunches, shopping, girly spoiling ourselves and talking. I’ve let Oliver know that this is a girl talk weekend and he has made plans for climbing and other manly activities so that we get our much needed catch up.

I love knowing that I’ve get to spend two full days with one of the best girls in the world. All the things that we’ve been through together makes it so easy. Not to mention that she is one of the funniest, coolest, smartest and awesomest girls I know. The kind you look at with a slight feeling of awe, you would almost be jealous if it weren’t for ‘Boooja! She’s MY friend.’

We will have the best weekend ever!

This is from our ginger bread house baking extravaganza. Lulle went all in and owned it. I made the droopy one in the middle. 
The look of confusion on my face is what always happen when there is some kind of making process. I think I lack some vital part of my brain

Another day in bed

The sun is shining outside and I’m still confined to my bed. I am so tired of this now. Think I might be getting bed sores.

I dont care if Im still feeling shit, I am going out for a walk today. It cant get any worse given that ive been in bed for 4 (!!) days now.

Until i can manage to creep out of here manga and laleh