Paris, its complicated

In Paris again. Lovely when we arrived yesterday. 20 degrees and a new hotel up just behind the sacre cour. This city at its best. I have a love and hate relationship with Paris so glad to end in the love side. 

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After a long lunch in the sun me and Stevie arrived at the office and it ended up being a pretty tricky day with some shit stuff happening at work. Unfairly so. I am so so tired of fighting this never ending battle with the french. Them hating me simply because I’m not. 
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So we had dinner and a couple of drinks and did a whole lot of ranting. Because shit. 
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And I decided to sleep in my ‘fuck the haters’ t-shirt to get some much needed bad ass power back. 
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And I did. Today I aced a meeting and have one of the top management saying ‘now I get it. It’s not your fault. We can stop hating you’.
First. Yes to making them see that.
Second. Fuck it that I even have to make them see that. Please note that me or my team have done nothing to be ‘hated’ other than sitting in another country and trying to get projects through with an unwilling tech team. 
Some good, some bad and very happy to leave Paris and get back to London and these guys 
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But first Success dinner with my manager since we have aced our targets. 

The big bruise

Oh, by the way, my face…

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…looks like this right now. Sexy right. Hopefully it will be gone by the weekend. Not that I care that much but George feels a bit bad walking next to me. 
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Maybe that’s why he made me breakfast in bed yesterday. Of maybe because he is a sweetheart. Definitely the sweetheart bit. 
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We got an Ocado delivery with Swedish food. Like delicato balls. I ate some. Made me feel like a cake.
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Then I picked W up, left him at home and headed up to Notting hill to go to a tasting of a new rum made by a bad ass woman being the first female master distiller.
Love bad ass ladies. 
Went home by 11 to hang with mini dog and George came home around 3 after hanging with his boss over from Finland. 
Was glad about my early end to the night when I had to walk W in the morning. Tonight sofa and tomorrow up at 6am to take the train to Paris. And then Filippa is in London over the weekend.
Then no more travels for a bit. It’s been a hectic month with trips and visitors. Need a break. 

Hi and bye Sweden

I went to Sweden. Landed in sunshine and got approached by a sun burnt happy man on the tube asking me if I wanted to date him since he had a ‘trailer and could come visit you wherever you live’. I said I lived in London. He didn’t have a comeback on that.

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Then I headed out to Julia’s country house
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With this little angel. 10 week old Agnes. And her parents. And the dog. Epic combo.
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Sweden showed off. And a part of me dreamed of living in never ending summer nights. Until I remembered that like 1 day of the year.
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Julia gave me a bag of swag. Books and candy. She knows me well. Or, her and my boyfriend know me well since they conspired on what to give me. High five to awesome friends and boyfriends. 
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Shadow decided that I was her human for the weekend and came to sleep in my bed with me. A bed for kids. It was tight. 
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Woke up to sunshine, this view and a very happy dog. Not sure who was more content, shadow or me.
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We took walks and my Swedish soul ached seeing the pretty blues.
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And me and Agnes chilled (her parents where there, promise. The camera just loved those chubby cheeks.)
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I felt so welcomed and relaxed in this little happy family. Love when people you’ve known long enough to be never letting go important meet and create other amazing humans. And dogs. 
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Hello little one. 
Then we had bbq food, drank beers and talked life. 
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On Sunday shadow decided that George’s gift was hers. By stealing it. Fair enough. 
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I said my goodbyes and headed into town to see the family for mums bday. We had really nice food at Luzette before it was time to say goodbye to Sweden for this time. 
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But not without my trusted lemon pepper. 
See you soon Sweden. Next time I’m bringing my man. 

Those dancing days

Had katta over for food and candy last night. Needed when you have one massive chipmunk cheek. 

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We had healthy veggie dinner. 
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And then this. Winning. 
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George came home not too late and the three of us talked life and when katta left o had to fight for my space on the sofa with the hairy heroes. 
Also, almost forgot to post some pics from the weekend. 
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Drink time with these gorgeous ladies on Friday. Yes, we had loads of the delicious drinks at Found. 
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Making me look unfairly drunk. I would say Paola definitely beat me to it. But who counts, family is the best.
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More drinks. That is what we do on our Fridays at Found. 
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So Saturday looked like this. I was in pain. Self inflicted. Makes it even worse. 
After a day on the sofa me and Lollo went to dinner in town and drinks at Mimis. Before we acted like adults and went home at midnight. 
Since bank holiday Sunday was just another excuse to enjoy ourselves. Dimitra cams down our way and we had ciders and eventually ended up at trailer happiness in Notting hill were Raza worked.
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That was dangerous and meant more drinks than we bargained for. But, W waited at home so headed back by 2. 
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Monday was sofa time with my faves.
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A not too shabby bank holiday. 
Tomorrow off to Sweden for a weekend. Living the jet setting high life. 

Going Quasimodo on my face

Went to the dentist yesterday. Two more holes and then all my 4 ones are filled and fixed. £1000 later :(. The holiday money for this year. 

To add insult to injury my resistance to anaesthetics made then put 6 shots in there. And it still didn’t take on the second one and it was painful as hell. 
Anyway. When I got out half of my face was completely dead.
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This is me smiling equal amounts on both sides. 
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Droop mouth. I started freaking out I would stay like this forever and George had to calm me down. 
We went to see guardians of the galaxy with Harry and it was a mission eating the popcorns. 
This morning I was dead tired after waking all night. Apparently my cheek is sporting a lovely bruise and I’m swollen which means I woke up every time I slept on it.
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Feeling fresh…