They say a change is as good as a holiday so I toodled over here for a new view. Here’s hoping you’ll join me!
I had a course on Monday at Somerset House in the big smoke and work booked me a ticket for the Saturday morning so John and I could make a weekend of it. Let me tell you, this was a pretty big deal for me. My old job, well, it wasn’t a great place to work, to put it kindly. It made a habit of eating you up and spitting you out on a semi-regular basis. But this new place: amazing. Kind and human and supportive and fun. I’d forgotten what fun felt like for a while there.
Anyway, I digress. My point was that my school is so ace they arranged for a Saturday morning ticket to London so that we could – in no particular order – look at The Bathers at Asnieres in the National Gallery, mooch around Brick Lane for a whole morning, eat our body weight in street food and beigels, buy new-old albums in Rough Trade, meander round the Tate Modern, walk past the Globe theatre, see Buckingham Palace, visit the cabinet War Rooms and ogle the cakes in Chinatown. And here it is in five photos.
We’re already plotting our next jaunt – European recommendations?
In an effort to get more exercise and prevent us both from looking as pale as veal calves John and I have been going on lots of weekend walks lately. We went on one a couple of weekends ago that involved an escaped and friendly hound, John’s first wild deer sighting and the discovering of a kingfisher nest.
Lots of pictures were taken but the ones that stood out to me were these ones; the light in them reminds me of film stills.
I’m not sure what the film would be about but given that most of them feature shacks in the middle of nowhere and abandoned railway stations I fear we’re venturing into the type of film I stopped watching a long time ago.
Meet Suzie, the latest addition to our clan. She’s a shih tzu with a wonky face (we suspect as a result of over-breeding) who insists on sitting on your knee whenever you sit down and snores like a hog.
We sort of adopted Suzie a month ago. We’d been talking about getting a dog for a while when John’s sister asked if we would take their off their hands. And how could we refuse a face like that?
And she’s settled in really well. She loves Donald and he loves that he has another creature that’s willing to groom him on a regular basis. Enid views her with contempt, but she views everything with contempt to this is the staus quo where she’s concerned. We’re getting regular, daily exercise, which can’t be bad, and she keeps John company at work all day.
The only real downside is the fact that I’m having to handle meat for the first time in years. It stinks and makes me baulk every time I feed her; the things you do for love eh?
I really enjoyed 2012. I started a new job in a school I love, established an amazing new group of friends following our move and have settled in a new home nearer the city that backs up onto a stream and woodland. All in all, I have no complaints.
I do have things I want to work on though so 2013 is going to be my year of four simple goals.
1. Run twice a week
I bought new running shoes a month ago, went out in them once, caught a nasty cold (unrelated I’m sure!) and haven’t been out since. And it’s stupid really because I love running, or at least the feeling I get after a run. So I need to start again proper.
2. Master my ukulele finally
I’ve had it for two years and need to crack on with it. I’ve downloaded Ukuleles for Dummies on my Kindle and am raring to go
3. Make nice things for good people
I won’t lie, when I make things, 9.99 times out of 10 I’m making them for myself. This year I want to try and make one thing each month for someone else. And nothing brightens your day like a surprise handmade parcel does it?
4. Save, don’t spend
2013 is the year I start becoming a responsible adult with my money when I save for things I want and pay off any debts I have. Don’t get me wrong, I;m not a reckless spender, but I can be a bit wanty about things and I often get to the end of the month with nothing but the pennies in my pocket to sustain me. And this spending covers all areas of my life too; money spent on convenience food rather than cooking from scratch (both at home and work); impulse clothing buys because someone who I think is ace has the same thing; crafty, fabric-y, wool-y things that I never use. So that last one is actually quite a doozy isn’t it?
Anyway, here’s to a happy and productive 2013. I’ll be seeing you all.
In our household Twin Peaks is Autumn. In fact, it’s one of the few things that make the impending winter months seem bearable. I can’t say I’m a big David Lynch fan but here he really nailed it. I just wouldn’t ever watch the film if I were you. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.
screen caps from here
Well. That was a long and unexpected break wasn’t it? Right now, I feel like a (bad) stand up comedian nervously peering round the corner of the curtain at a gig and worrying that there’s no one waiting for an encore. But peering I am, nonetheless.
So. Where have I been? And what have a been doing? Both pressing questions I’m sure you’re dying to know the answer to. Well, I got married,
and that was quite good fun. We went on honeymoon to Paris and spent an inordinate amount of time looking round Napoleon’s tomb,
and lurking round Parisian graveyards in the rain.
But that was over a year (a year!) ago now. So what else… I got a new job, we moved to Leeds We ate, we drank and we were merry.
I am currently in my pyjamas, under a quilt on the sofa watching Red Dwarf whilst it quietly drizzles outside. Which brings us right back up to now, today, September, Sunday.
I’m going to step back out from behind that curtain now. And I’ve completely forgotten my lines x