Kind of tired now

Went up to hang with George at Found last night. With all the traveling don’t see him much so it was needed. Also had a Found Cake. Even more needed.

Woolly was bar dog and hung in his normal corner while I talked to Conal and Ben. 

I feel like I never see my friends any longer. Between always being away and having the dog when I’m home I haven’t seen anyone for ages. It’s not like I see George instead. 

Miss my friends. Miss my life. 2016 – the crazy wedding/hen do/work trip/always traveling year. 

If there is one thing I wish for 2017 it’s less of that. And a holiday that I get to choose. Without anyone getting married. Please universe. I’ll be nice. 

Saying goodbye to man, hound and London I keep smiling. Because what else can you do. Also realising I haven’t even bought a wedding gift because literally no time. 

Tax free cigarettes!? 

Best thing is mums home cooking and getting picked up at the airport though. 

Killing machine

Woolly had a little moment earlier today. A ‘in going to kill and own you’ moment with his very first and most beloved toy.

Hurt what you love? Or just the frustration of having to be in bed with George all morning? 

Something is definitely up when you do this to your bff…

Off to Sweden tomorrow for yet another wedding. That makes it the 5th I think. And I don’t even know what number Sweden trip this year. In and out of nyköping though. 

Will try and get a cheeky in at Found tonight to actually get to see someone here in London since it feels like I’m mostly travelling or licking my wounds on the sofa with the killing machine. 

France je t’aime

Ok, here comes some pictures from our crazy, french castle weekend. 

We went to my friend Jeans ‘country house’ about an hour south of Paris. There was 10 of us from London and about 30 coming from Paris.

Jeans parents had fixed food and made beds and organised everything. Absolute angels. 

This is George and mine princess room up in the castle. Felt like straight out of pride and prejudice 

Until I found the library. Then I felt like Belle from beauty and the beast. 

The castle was absolutely stunning.  And old. I felt like I would trip over things at any second. 

But enough about castle, let’s get to the most important thing, the party..

We had an awesome time dancing around all night with the best people 

There was piano playing and girl talk 

A bonfire and sing a long 

Endless dancing in funny hats 

Cheering with new found best friends 

Guitar playing 

Kissing 

And some private ‘I love you’ times. 

At 4 in the morning it was even oysters. I mean come on. What else could you possibly need ever? 

Oh yeah, why not a 100 year old ping pong table. Or a moat, or a river with crayfish, or our own DJ music set up. 

Thank you castle, it was the best of times. 

Then we missed the flight home, had to buy a new one and wasn’t home until 2am. But let’s focus on the positives. 

Back in London

Have had some issues with my app to blog here so sorry for no update since the crazy Paris trip. 

I survived and am back in London getting ready for a weekend in Sweden. Then holiday from travelling. Never thought I’d admit to being SO tired of travelling but I am. Just want to be in London and see my friends. 

Anyway, the very wet picture above is mondays when it was pouring down. Yesterday came home to chill with mini hound and then George brought some friends over – candace and Conan. 

Conal is on my good side after giving me this cool bracelets from one of his shoots (he’s a stylist for bands). Never say no to gifts…

Tonight taking it easy at home and finding a dress for this weekends wedding. Will also try and post some photos from the weekend to let you in on my princess dream I lived (minus lost flights etc)

Leaving. Again.

In this very moment being tired on the Eurostar because early right now and also somewhat late dinner last night. But, have two hour sleep time before arriving in Paris. Also wearing biggest cardigan to snooze in because know it gets cold by now.

Winning.

Reason for late dinner? We had Dan, Lucie and Lucies talented sister Marketa who wrote the play Dan starred in, over for dinner. And ciders. Many ciders.

Woolly loved everyone since the food came from the Turkish. All my training with that little dude flew out the window.

We mostly looked at pictures of their cat and laughed at Woolly. Ah pets, best thing ever.

The boys made their take over the world plans again and made me question my sanity a little bit when I decided to start going out with a guy who answered ‘you sew in her trousers a little bit every week’ on the question to how to break a woman.

Was thinking my clothes don’t really fit any longer…

Then everyone tried my glasses because hilariously geeky.

Dan also stole the metal on our cheap lighters to line his jacket with. He is one weird dude that one.

Haha. Very funny. Can’t help that when I wear them I look like a sexy nerd (I tell myself).

Now Paris. Wish me luck on the company wide presentations I’m doing today and tomorrow. Good thing I still have Sanna’s beta blockers from the wedding.

Charging my batteries

Had a quiet weekend at home in preparations for Paris this week. I’m heading already tomorrow morning and won’t be back until Sunday late.

Since it’s both pretty bad ass meetings in Paris as well as Jeans party I’ll need all the energy I can save up.

Hence full on battery charge all weekend.

On Friday we took team photos. Building the best team ever. Stevie does however hate being the short ass in the middle.

Went straight home from work and mega chilled all evening in my new, they make me sick they are so sharp, glasses.

On Saturday me and George headed to the park and met Kix, robin and Alex. Cake eating and tea drinking. Very sophisticated.

Finally Kix and George got to meet each other. So weird when so many of my absolute best friends haven’t met the guy I’m living with. I want the best people in the world to meet each other because so much awesome.

When George had to leave for work Woolly and me decided to join (honestly, W didn’t have much of a say…)

Family photo. One of those 21st century ones with a divorce dog and 4 different nationalities represented living in a country none of us are from.

Put W in his corner at Found. He is looking extremely sorry for himself but he had a pretty good time being fed left over scotch egg and cuddling with me for most of the night.

We headed home when the place for busy and lived out our biggest dreams by eating canned mackerel on the sofa like there are no rules to life at all. Bad to the bone.

Sunday park time. It’s prime squirrel season at the moment. Someone’s is NOT sorry.

After going straight back to bed and then out for a second walk with Katta Woolly and me fell asleep on the sofa like the crazy kids we are.

Winning.

Swankifying life

Today’s mind. Being a tad hung over and it’s pouring down. But, loving the rain because it means I can stay on the sofa ALL night.

There is always a silver lining.

So why hung over? Dani happened. She is London for the weekend taking a break from her glamorous life in SF.

We went to Palomar, an amazing Israeli restaurant in Soho and ate all the food and drank all the cocktails. Once done with that and having acquired a SF dude Dani met in the bar we went to Loulous.

They barely let me in wearing t-shirt. Damn those members clubs. But I gave them my best ‘who do you think you are’ and sailed in.

I had to hide most of the time from Danis friend who remembered my love for shots from years back. Cool story but not when I’m working the day after. Yup, have become that girl.

Got told it doesn’t suit me acting all grown up.

Eventually left. As in Dani and Christian tried to drag me to the bar with their best puppy eyes and I actually left.

High five me.

On the way back texted with my man busing his way through town. He is a romance god. Kind of.

Tonight cherishing the rain, my bed and some serious Netflix action.

The world in focus

Katta and me took our river Wednesday walk last night. It’s getting dark earlier now. But still hot. Leaves everywhere. I dream of autumn now.

Walking done we headed home to make a veggie dream. Stir fried organic mushrooms, kale and haricot verts. Good for you.

My life – from bathing in alcohol and 2 hours sleep over the weekends to my body is a temple and 9h per night in the weeks. Balance.

Jumped into my new home glasses. The proper ones are not done yet. Makes me look all 70’s not so chic. Also, whaddup with the total glass bottle thickness of them. Blind as a bat.

They almost made me sick, the world is SO sharp. My astigmatic eyes means everything is always blurry. Like always. But with these. Wowsa. Feel like being in the funny house.

Early bed time but got woken up by George with a tooth ache. Poor guy. Tried to help but was dead to the world so fell right back to sleep. Bad girlfriend…

Prague. Because.

So, to the next leg of our crazy weekend.

After one hour sleeping George woke me up and we headed for the airport. With the bus being delayed and both our bags getting held up in security we caught the plane with 3 min to spare.

Living on the edge.

Looking and feeling fresh. For sure.

We got there. Somehow. Went straight for a cider in the sweltering heat and waited around for Liam and Hanna rocking up a couple of hours later before heading to Dan for the big surprise.

Him not knowing we were coming he lost his shit. And was so fucking happy. Good surprise.

In the evening we went to see the play he was in. It was called Vienna waits for you and his girlfriend lucies 18 years old sister Marketa directed and wrote it.

I was very impressed. With Dan, with Marketa, with the whole crew.

We have our congratulations and then headed for drinks and food before doing Prague until the wee hours of the night.

Finally crashed in bed around 3.

Monday morning George and me headed out for hair of the dog and some food. Mmmm goulash…then some shopping. A new winter wardrobe for the Sydney boy.

Liam and Hanna joined again and we ate about 500 ice creams, visited the Lego museum, almost melted in the heat and enjoyed Prague.

Around 9 it was finally time to leave for London. Awesome trip but tired when it was over.

Yesterday picked up my dog in the heat and came home to cooked dinner. Because my boyfriend is a hero.

And then all of us died on the sofa. Because we are ALL heroes.

Awesome weekend but most awesome of all. We survived.

Crayfish mayhem 2016

Loving the late summer here in London. Loving but ALSO very ready for Autumn. Want my new boots I bought in Prague…

In true late summer fashion we threw a crayfish party in London on Saturday.

What a party. People lasted longer this time but equally drunk. Cheesus.

George and me started morning lining our stomachs with tunnbrörulle and delicato balls. Because necessary when one is to drink for hours.

After chillin around at home we headed to kolas rugby club and started getting ready.

I was sure a lot of people would bail last minute but 47 out of 50 came. Good turn out…

Then crayfishing started. We sung, danced, ate, played with fire works and got very, very drunk…

And had an amazing time. Love parties like this. 50 friends in a room and the best time ever.

Not exactly sure what happened after that. There was a lot of glitter. Shots. Jean had to be sent home. People made out in the grass. Tommy fell on the floor.

Party as it should be in other words.

Here we are dancing the frog dance. The non swedes took to it happily.

Yes. Because fountain candles are ALWAYS a good idea. And who doesn’t look awesome in bibs?

Dimitra and me had much needed girls time and drank all the jägerbombs. Standard.

After the party was done we headed to an Irish pub and then I left go home.

George had left to meet up with some friends and I cabbed it home by myself to get an hour sleep before getting up at 4.30 to go to Prague. Because we are stupid. And awesome.