"Roast beef for lunch?"
Imagine funeral music. A dirge, if you will. Sombre and processional. The sky is overcast and gloomy. I’m wearing a lot of black lace. Katie’s got a black hat on. There’s a nasty wind coming down our necks and blowing our hair about. Handkerchiefs are at the ready.
We haven’t actually been to a funeral. That was all metaphorical. Our internet is dead. It lies, forlorn and broken on the floor (well, the modem, obviously - the internet itself is a far more ephemeral concept), flashing its pathetic yellow-green lights at us. We have spent the entire weekend without internet access. Weep for us.
Actually, it wasn’t too bad, because there were lots of other fun things happening. On Saturday we went to the London Transport Museum (which was ACE, although their postcard collection was utterly rubbish, given how much artwork they had to go at, and they didn’t have any badges) and thence to Pizza Express, moving onwards up Charing Cross Road and Tottenham Court Road as far as Heal’s, where we had some tea. We bought a couple of posters for the living room in the museum, and then a bunch of frames. FT is now pictured up - posters in the living room, as well as our planned row of postcards finally going up behind the sofa, the HSM poster in the hall, Katie’s pictures up in her bedroom, and an even dozen added to my picture wall. We are a veritable gallery.
I still haven’t done my curtains, on account of still no pinking shears, but I will get some when I get paid, and so will hopefully have them done next weekend.
I made squash risotto with sage and white wine on Friday, which was very nice indeed. There’s a bit of left over squash, so I might do another little one tonight as I will be toute seule.
Hair cut on Tuesday. I am Very Excited Indeed.
We haven’t actually been to a funeral. That was all metaphorical. Our internet is dead. It lies, forlorn and broken on the floor (well, the modem, obviously - the internet itself is a far more ephemeral concept), flashing its pathetic yellow-green lights at us. We have spent the entire weekend without internet access. Weep for us.
Actually, it wasn’t too bad, because there were lots of other fun things happening. On Saturday we went to the London Transport Museum (which was ACE, although their postcard collection was utterly rubbish, given how much artwork they had to go at, and they didn’t have any badges) and thence to Pizza Express, moving onwards up Charing Cross Road and Tottenham Court Road as far as Heal’s, where we had some tea. We bought a couple of posters for the living room in the museum, and then a bunch of frames. FT is now pictured up - posters in the living room, as well as our planned row of postcards finally going up behind the sofa, the HSM poster in the hall, Katie’s pictures up in her bedroom, and an even dozen added to my picture wall. We are a veritable gallery.
I still haven’t done my curtains, on account of still no pinking shears, but I will get some when I get paid, and so will hopefully have them done next weekend.
I made squash risotto with sage and white wine on Friday, which was very nice indeed. There’s a bit of left over squash, so I might do another little one tonight as I will be toute seule.
Hair cut on Tuesday. I am Very Excited Indeed.