Not long back from a very pleasant, very tiring day spent geeking out over old plasterwork and an almost unchanged basement in a partially-restored Regency terrace house in Brighton. Little or no time was spent doing seasidey things, apart from a fish-and-chips lunch, but I had a lovely time. Now, though, I think I am coming down with a cold*, so ( Read more... )

Again, I've rather frittered away my free time this weekend, despite it's having been such a very long one. On Thursday, I had a lie-in and pottered about the clothes shops of Crouch End with friends. I must just insert a plug here for Baby Ceylon which sells gorgeous classic dresses in fine crepe, similar to Ghost, but with a more interesting ( Read more... )

Well, the trip to Brighton met with mixed responses. Everyone else had a lovely time, and I had a mixed sort of day. I worried quite unreasonably over organising and collecting the pre-purchased tickets, and was pleasantly surprised when not only did everyone turn up, but everyone had at least two tickets (more in some cases) and everyone was let ( Read more... )

I spent most of today on a very slow trip to Brighton, visiting my unfortunate ex-classmate Lauren, who has is in hospital for the second time this year, this time with septic arthritis of the ankle. I don't know why I thought Brighton would have a nice shiny new hospital, but it doesn't, although she assures me that there is a shiny new wing ( Read more... )