ho ho ho

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Things accomplished today

Booked massage
Paid wedding DJ
Caught a flu virus
Had a shower
(Actually haven't had a shower yet but its only 5:05 give me time.)

xxx

spooky

I forgot I had something to tell you. I had a dream this week that I vomited. Twice and then I fainted. (Again in my dream.)
I was wearing a white suit and the toilet was white surrounded by red tiles.
Interesting. That's all.

Hitting the wall

In an effort to have more things in common Jamie and I have taken up rock climbing, Since rollerblading didn't work out for us. (I am now one of those people who when we move say 'Oh that's right we have Rollerblades!')

So we went to climb a wall, with ropes of course. When i got halfway up it turns out that I am afraid of heights and started shaking and a little bit of pee came out and I only went all the way to the top because of my stupid pride.

And then when Jamie was going up he kept on looking down and saying don't drop me, to which I said 'I haven't spend 6 months planning a wedding for your face to be ruined for photos.' And not to get technical on you but if you don't descend with enough rope it gives the person holding the rope a gigantic wedgie. And that's what Jamie dis to me so although we will be getting married, children at this stage is looking unlikely.

And we were with this other couple who where also learning and the guy went straight to the top first try in like 2.3 seconds and the girl was really good. And I said to Jamie 'They are better than us.' and he said 'It's not a competition.' And then I said 'everything is a competition, life is a competition get used to it.' This didn't motivate him at all and then we lost.

So we are going again on Sunday to practice Jamie wants to buy some special shoes but I said to hold off. I don't want to make the same Rollerblade mistake Ala 2006.

hoose warm and burpday box social

It was my birthday on Saturday and we had a party. It was fun and not too late so I was tucked up in bed by 12:30. But I got a bit stressed, being the host and Jaime got a bit stressed because he was in charge of the Music and the cake and Murray was playing up so I think we won’t have a party again for a little while.

Aslo Michael Opie was there and he always makes me nervous when he is around property that I own that could be damaged.

We got lots of lovely presents including a plant, books and lots of wine and even champagne and champagne glasses to drink it out of. They are the only glasses we have in our house that aren’t from IKEA. And they are not to be used, only to be looked at, very carefully.

Thanks to everyone who came round to wish me happy birthday and christen the new flat.


Here is me and Jamie the only nice picture of me taken that night, my hair is inspired by Gwyneth Paltrow (note the middle part and uneven ends) And my hands are clenched by the stress of it all.

The cake that I made for me and Chris because it was his birthday too. And Jamie mid-song.

Is this our fire place or is this our TV? You decide.

I maddness

so i got the contacts into my eye but couldn't get them out so i poked my eye and pinched my eyeball. I'll just give you a minute for this to gross you out. And then freaked out because I WAS PINCHING MY EYEBALL. And then just went to bed with the contact in and then woke up with it in and pushed my eyeball some more trying to get it out.
Then went to the optician who told me the contact was not in. It must have fallen out in the 2 hours I was poking and pinching my eyeball.
so now my eye is red.
what else can I say. Will contacts and I ever be friends or eternal enemies?

in other news wedding stuff is freaking me out and I am poor.
It's my birthday on Sunday. Pictures of party on the blog after all the fun has happened. xxxxxx

post

Bad news could not get the contacts into my eye. I am a spas. I am going back on Friday for another lesson.

Also my birthday parcel arrived from dad today. Tim Tam’s galore.

blind as a bat

On Monday I had my eyes tested and the optician said I need to wear glasses or contact lenses every day. Like a geek. I am way too cool to wear glasses all the time.

I’m going to give you a few days for that to soak in.

And leave you with this final thought my mum sent me a postcard from China and it arrived today. With no stamp. I want you to ask yourself two questions how? and why?

cheer up NZ

All blacks lost, no words can convey.

Here’s something to cheer you up.

Jamie doing the running man while singing 'it’s getting hot in here' with Mike as the MC. Just imagine it in your mind and you will smile to yourself and possibly even laugh until you cry, like I did.

Let me help you along ‘It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.’

Whose baby is this?

No not mine but my big sister nicole is having a little baby. (see photographic evidence above) It is 6 cms long and has feet (again see above) it also has hands, a heart and a nasal passage. So good news all around.
I had a dream it was a boy but I really want a girl. Haven't asked Nikki what she wants. Jamie also thinks it is a boy.

So on April 14th approximately I will be an Aunite. Technically i am already an Auntie, just the auntie of a foetus. (Again see above)
xxxx

yet more slags out on the turps

Another month, another girls night.
This time we went to Guilty pleasures (http://www.guiltypleasures.co.uk) in camden and dressed up in Bugsy Malone style and with too many mojitos we made our mark in Camden.

You know when you are out and dancing and singing really loudly and having a good time and suddenly you look around and everyone is staring at you? Yeah that was us on Saturday. Except we where having such a good time I was staring at us thinking 'Who are those dicks?' and it was us and we loved it.

xxx

Muzza's new tank

Murray's last tank got all murky and gross so we splashed out and got him a brand new home. Which I carried home all the way on the bus (this is how much I love Murray) he loves it. He swims up and down the tank like a goldfish on crack.
He especially like looking at himself in the mirror, just like his mama. Below are pictures.

Murray, up close and personal. He is actually bigger than this in real life (not like Tom Cruise) and more handsome ( not like Tom Cruise)

Murray in his new tank, on the way to his favourite corner.

Bad news for drea

Oh my god!
I looked at my skin today under a camera microscope (that I am pretty sure the devil invented) that showed my skin close up and it was not good, not good at all.
I have permanent sun damage; close up my skin looks like the back of an old alcoholics hand after he has accidentally burnt himself after passing out drunk while trying to cook baked beans.
That’s how bad my skin is, it is bad.

I had good moisture content and elasciticiy. Though when facing down the barrel of looking like perma-orange Valentino, (see picture below) this is little consolation.

Valentino or me in five years time if I am not careful.

email

Jamie is in NY . Here are the emails I sent him.

From: Andrea
To: Jamie
Subject: no excuses

we have checked where you are staying and Lucy says it's prime shopping area so no excuse. xxxx

From: Jamie
To: Andrea
Subject: Re: no excuses

It might be but I got in waaaay too late yesterday, everything was shut by the time I got in to the city. I will do some tonight hopefully.How you doing?LoveJamie


From: Andrea
To: Jamie
Subject: RE: no excuses

I am good, thank you. i tried to sleep with your T-shirt last night because it smells like you but then it gave me a headache because your aftershave was too strong. Also Odette is coming to stay tonight and Wednesday night because she has a job interview tomorrow and can't stay with Amber because she has no toilet or shower. And am having dinner with ang and Chris onWednesday. also i ate way too much food last night and wasn't hungry this morning.

but she flies out on Thursday not sure if you will catch her.

umm am trying to find a male escort on the internet like hire a date but not for sex. I am having a few porn sites pop up. (this is for work not because i miss you. although I do miss you, but they charge £250 an hour,way out of my price range) It' s cold here it is hot there?

also Donna had a little baby girl called Sienna and I might get to meet Jose on the 9th of October.

Murray is good although he keeps on gulping at the top of the tank, I think i have feed him too much and that is why the water is murky, that's what the internet says. I think I will change it on the weekend. The internet also says they like something to hide under so they can sleep down there and rest out of the sun. maybe we should buy Murray a bridge or a pirate ship so he can make a little home.

also am seeing Lily Allen tonight. I am busy. How was your flight?xxxxxx

www.burmacampaign.org.uk

Unfortunately shit's going down in Burma. Always at times like this I think how lucky I am to live in a place where I can think and say what I want.
I am grateful and throw my love across oceans to those who are not as lucky as me.
http://www.burmacampaign.org.uk/

sign a petition here http://www.avaaz.org/en/stand_with_burma/t.php

xxx

our new whare

Finally, finally pictures of our new flat are below with all our new furniture and all our crap in it. The bathroom still needs a paint job and we have a few DIY bits and pieces to do around the house but you get the idea.

The dining room with the beanbag from the poundstrectcher shop, which is the best shop ever.
Our living room, which is actually just the other end of the dining room.
The stairway to heaven.
The green front door that I want to paint black, so people know not to mess with us. You will also if you look very, very carefully see the lock.
The hallway with artwork from my friend Kate's gallery.
The new toilet and sink, with toilet paper.
The new taps, our first house guest Monica seemed impressed by these so thought I would take a picture.
Not quite sure what this photo shows you apart from we have white tiles and we use loofahs but there you go.
Jamie's chest of drawers.
My chest of drawers. I can tell you are on the edge of your seat, these photos are just so riverting.
Our king size bed which only just fits but is very comfortable. Although I think we need a new duvet set. That one is very drab.
The kitchen from the other way. With the washing machine/dryer. But I would never use the dryer because of environmental reasons.

The kitchen and fridge, which I suspect is not that good at keeping stuff cold. As you can see I am having photo problems so sorry you will have to turn your head yo the side to view.

xxxxxx

New addition

Today after a yummy breakfast of mushrooms on toast and trying on wedding rings we went to get a gold fish.

His name is Murray Wohlmuther-Bennett and I love him. So far he has eaten some pond weed and rubbed his nose in the sand, and we have only had him for 2 hours, imagine what adventures he will have in a week?, a month even.

He is getting used to his home and below is a picture of him.

Murray in all his glory.

Murray from the side.

rugby and fisch

More posts, see I am a lady of my word

A couple of Saturdays ago we all gathered at our flat to watch the first rugby game and then we took some team photos. And we ate snacks and drank beer apart from Jamie who was very hungover so he had sprite instead.

Here we are representing our team and being serious.

In this one we were being funny, see we are krazy kiwis. Watch out London.

If you can name all the people in the photo you get a prize!

Bring on the rest of the world cup, although I find pool games a bit boring. And please win All Blacks other wise Jamie will be in a bad mood forever.
Also we are getting a pet on Saturday, not a dog because Jamie is mean but a goldfish!
Jamie is worried it is too much responsibility. I said I think we could probably handle it.

viva sardinia

So we are back from Sardinia and tanned yippee and relaxed, even work can’t break my holiday spell.
Sardinia is close to Africa as Jamie pointed out so it was hot but not too hot, not lose all the contents of your bowls in one motion (ala Athens 2006)

We arrived very late on Tuesday night, picked up our tiny hire car and had to navigate in the dark a bit like the amazing race. So those of you that don’t know the amazing race it is one of my all time favourite TV shows and the basic premise is 12 couple racing around the world solving riddles, bungee jumping and having fights while trying to navigate to various locations around the world. And there is $1 million dollar prize money and there is always one couple who say “if we win this race we will have the wedding of the dreams, if we lose we will break up and never see each other again” and predictably they lose and everyone rejoices. And I always want to enter the amazing race with Jamie and Tuesday night after 15 minutes of being in car with him, navigating a foreign land I knew we couldn’t survive a three legged race let alone an amazing one.

But we arrived at the apartment and the bed was uncomfortable and I was allergic to it so I had to make an emergency trip to the pharmacy for some anti-histamines and they didn’t work so Jamie and I fashioned our own bed in the spare room. And then Jamie sleep talked. Ha it was funny he said ‘the beds should be the same, the beds should be the same.’ And he woke me up which I was not happy about but then I was able to take the mickey out of him for three whole days so it was worth it.

We ate a lot of seafood spoke very bad Italian and drank wine and beer and went to the beach. Where we bought two bats and a ball and had a whale of a time hitting the ball to each other and when we were feeling cheeky at each other.

Ohh I just saw a picture of Daniel craig on the television he is hot.

Anyway back to Sardinia we ate lots of food and now I am on the pre-wedding diet to get rid of the spare tyre and Jamie is on a diet too, although right now he is on a boat on the river Thames getting boozed.

Below photo highlights from our summer holiday.

Next holiday not until march, de-press-ing.

Jamie (tanned)

Our hire car- the smallest car in the world. Shown here in actual size.

We drove around for an hour looking for the rocco de elefante (this translates to a rock shaped like a stupid elephant) and found it. I was disappointed Jamie was ecstatic.

See we did cultural stuff too, we went to some churches, well one church there was no where to swim and it was hot so we went to the beach.

Ahh the serenity…

It is a train? Not it’s a car type thing which will not slow down if you get in it’s way. You have been warned.

Andrea and some mussels, this was my fourth portion of mussels in three days. I am a legend.

Does this need any explanation?

So there we have post and photos more pictures of the flat to follow but I have had a shit day at work and the house is a total mess and the TV is broken and I am in mourning because Jose has left Chelsea and therefore London and now I am never going to meet him, So I am having a glass of wine to calm myself down. Also I have toothache. Sometimes life is so hard.

xxxx

I’m sorry I still love you

It’s been along long time and I am sorry. So here’s why I haven’t posted.

Well first I moved house and almost had a nervous breakdown.
Then I had to tidy the flat and wait for about 20 days to get stuff delivered/installed and deal with tradesmen with serious body odor issues.
and then it was the only sunny weekend we have had all summer so of course I went out and got a tan and then my laptop broke ( I may have broke it but Jamie made it worse) so now I have to use Jamie’s (which as you may know he hates me touching his computer, it is only to be used strictly for making music-ONLY, he has even offered to buy me a new laptop even though we don’t have a pot to piss in. this is how much he loves his computer and hates me using it) anyway and now it is almost a month later and no blog update. Sorry, my sincere apologies.
I am crap. Update this week with pictures. Our last digital camera had beer spilled on it and we had to buy a new one.
So pictures of flat and Sardinia to come.
Also I am brown now you will be pleased to know.
You will also be pleased to know I am on the pre-wedding diet so lots of posts about food obsession coming up you lucky buggers.
Will also post picture of Jamie’s laptop so you can see the object of his affection. That’s the laptop by the way, not me.

Lock and Loaded

So we had new locks fitted today. Because our old look was flimsy and we live in London so are constant under siege from people who want to steal our stuff. So we went from an old Yale lock to a pimped out mac daddy shiny new cooper lock. (Will attach picture later it is truly a masterpiece of engineering.)

Anyway I made the error of arranging the appointment when Jamie wasn’t at home. Which essentially meant when the boys gave me instructions on how to use the lock I had to remember it all by myself. The first time they explained I listened for about 30 seconds and then I started to think about what I was wearing on Saturday and realised far too late that he had finished explaining stuff and I hadn’t heard a word. So I asked him to explain again and then realised why I had tuned out the first time, because it was too complicated and I couldn’t understand it. And then I asked him to go through it a third time and he said ‘don’t worry all the instructions are in the leaflet.’ Hmm so I read the leaflet and it is two paragraphs long and that is just how to open the door, which includes the following ‘turn the lock a quarter in the outside cylinder and rotate to the stop (which way you fools, surely this is key in opening a lock instructions!) move the door in the opening direction whilst holding the bolt in the withdrawn position with the key until the bolt projects…’ Holy shit I think I am spending a night in the rain, seriously a NASA scientist could not open this door.

So before I left today I was very careful with the lock and that’s right you guessed I locked myself in and couldn’t get out of my own house. Had a mild panic and had to ring the shop to get them to explain the lock to me, they were very amused. I was not. God knows how I am going to get inside tonight. Wish me luck.

xxxxx

sore drea

i have dislocated my shoulder. it is so sore. i am writing with my one handed left handed typing. it hurts. x-ray says no permanent damage but i am wearing my sling and look like a 1950's first aid dummy. and today it was my friend lucy's birthday so went to MacDonald's and i got ketchup on it, so now it looks like a chav sling. and the she asked me to carry her balloon back to the office. which i did, the balloon and sling attracted some strange looks.
have to go now and whimper with pain.

xxxx
the cause of the injury was a touch rugby collison with Mike Opie, the big bully.
am also very drowsy from pain medication hence the apalling punctuation above.

new things

So before I was stressed and angry and now Jamie has found a cracking deal on the internet. We have bought a new TV for half the price of it’s retail value. Funny how a nice new TV can snap me out of a bad mood with Jamie. I am truly excited about the television. It was the highlight of my weekend, apart from the sun. Sun and TV that’s all it takes to make me happy.

xxxxx

Ps also thanks to Johann for his generous financial donation which has allowed us such luxury.

pps also work started on the bathroom this morning and met the plumber he was polish and nice. Although he drives a brand new BMW, this makes me a little bit suspious, just can't put my finger on why. hmmmm.

It's hot, hot hot!

Summer has finally come and it is hot and not a cloud in the sky. I have been out all day in sun for two days storing up energy like a lizard. I am a lizard a nice hot contented lizard.

please, please god don't take this weather away from me. I promise I'll go to church and everything.

drea xxxx

ps I will go to church, once, before I die, He can't ask for more than that.

Stress is rising...

You may wonder why the blog has been quiet for a few weeks. I have been overcome with house moving stuff and I wish I could say that Jamie and I have sailed through because we are super organised and we have worked together as team. But this would be a lie, it has been so stressful. I know that moving house is stressful for everyone, but it has been most stressful for me and Jamie. (it’s an official Guinness book of records fact) Jesus so much stuff to do, so many arguments to have. I have had two proper tantrums, one in Ikea and one because I didn’t understand an excel spreadsheet. Proper throw your toys out of the pram and slam the door tantrums. Jamie finds this hilarious which obviously doesn’t help the situation. Our stress culminated in an argument today because he ordered me a bacon sandwich with ketchup on it. I hate ketchup in bacon sandwiches, it spoils the flavour of the bacon, and we argued about it for about 20 minutes and in public and then in butchers shop. And then he walked outside to cool off and then we picked up the previously ordered bacon sandwhichs and there wasn’t any ketchup on it anyway. So a totally wasted argument in which nothing was resolved, my favourite kind.
But at least I got a bacon sandwich with no ketchup.

And so now in a week we are moving into our new flat, bathroom work begins on Monday and next Saturday when the man with a van comes and helps us move. Also can I just say to all those people living in New Zealand. You are lucky sods. Over here to park on our street we have to pay, if anyone like the plumber wants to park on our street we have to pay, about £9 a day. Do the conversion it will give you a heart attack. I tell you, you don’t get anything for free in this country except maybe a stress related ulcer. I remember fondly the day when I would drive to visit a friend and just casually park outside their house. Sometimes there would actually be more than one space outside there house in which to park, an urban legend in london. Ahh NZ I miss you.

Anyway more pictures of new bathroom to come and flat with our shiny new Ikea purchases in it.

Love to you all drea xxx

Ps can I also say that when estate agents say they room will look bigger without any furniture in it, this is a lie the room always looks smaller without furniture, this is also a Guinness book of records fact.

My Friday night routine

So after a hard week at work I need to unwind on a Friday night. What do I do?
I buy a bottle of wine from marks and spencer’s.
The criteria is it under £4.00? (hey I have a mortgage now) and does it have a screw top? (easy access) and then I buy it, take it home and drink it all by myself and roll into bed and fall into a deep sleep.

Last Friday I woke up in the middle of night and was thirsty and had wine breath so I got out of bed, walked down the hall, across the lounge, up the stairs into the kitchen and turned the light on, looked under the fridge, took a bottle of water back across the lounge down the hall and into my bedroom. Then I opened the bottle, had a drink, spilt some water down myself, put the lid back on and got into bed. Lay down and Jamie said to me ‘There is some water beside the bed.’ Bastard.

The weather, what else.

I am outraged, I have just looked at the weather in Auckland and it is better than it is London.

It is winter in Dorkland, flippen winter and it is summer in London, OUTRAGEOUS.

My moral compass is very disturbed.
XXX

Good News and bad news

Good News
We know own our flat, offically! yipee! no backing out now we are homeowners with mountains of debt and our own little place called Home.

Bad News
I have a gigantic zit on my forehead that makes me look like a klingon. I am not joking my forehead is really swollen. It is so bad Jamie wanted me to go to the doctor. I said no.

I have already been to doctor for a pain under my arm, I thought I had breast cancer, my bra was just too small she said.

And then i went because I had pains on my ovaries which I googled and self-diganoised as a cyst. It wasn’t. after a scan the doctor told me it was period pain.

So I am definitely not going to the doctor about a zit, dodn’t think she will be too impressed she may even bit a little bit annoyed and might black ball me from the NHS.

Below is a picture of me with my zit, although obviuosly I am a female and would never wear an all in one jumpsuit.

xxxxxx

Misty water coloured memories ....

So thought i would post one of the first letters home that I wrote to my friends and family over three years ago. I rememeber writing this too I think I was fatter then.

Top 10 facts about Andrea’s life in London, (there are 11 things on this list, I was obviously a bit drunk when I wrote it)

1. Now that I have settled in good and proper I thought I would provide you with a list to give you a little bit of insight into London town.

2. I read a lot. I have always read quickly and a lot of books but in London I read so much its illegal. I have joined the library and I go and get like 6 books a week. And books that I have always wanted to read. Like Animal Farm (a bit of a let down after all the press) and Wuthering Heights. Jamie works a lot of shifts so I am by myself sometimes and you won’t believe this but I turn off the TV go to my bedroom and read. It’s a miracle.

3. And I have joined the gym in London, like in new Zealand, and I am not going just like in New Zealand, some things never change. Too much time spent reading

4. I miss Shorthand Street. Weird because before I left I was phasing it out of my life and only tuned in for the weddings and funerals. But since being in London I visit the website every week and check the updates. I don’t know why because the characters have changed since I left so the story lines have no context for me. Sometimes childhood patterns are hard to break I guess.

5. Speaking of addictions I have given up soft drinks. Cold Turkey, no mucking around, not even a sip. No more soft drinks for Andrea. Ever, ever again. I have now been diet coke free for 8 days. Before that it was a 2-3 can a day habit. I had the shakes for the first few days but after day four I had ridden over the hump and was on the downhill slope. Actually I do feel a bit like diet coke now.

6. Yeah I’m used to the homeless and crack heads, I don’t even give them money I thought I would by all generosity of spirit, and peace be with you, but they smell bad and don’t seem that grateful when you do give them money. One homeless dude said tome that I needed to buy some make-up. Cheeky Bugger, Jamie probably gave him 5 quid to tell me.

7. Actually is transpires that I am quite a clean person and just a little bit anal. I have instigated the cleaning rooster at my flat and have had to educate people, that spray and wipe cannot be used on a bath it must be cleaned with Jif, thoroughly, and that the floors have to be washed every week at the minimum. Honestly where did my flatmates grow up? I’ll tell you where, Australia, that explains it.

8. My hair and nails grow surprisingly fast in London. It’s freaky. I may have told you this before but I have to reiterate it because it freaks me out. Big Time. Even the hairdresser said my hair grew fast. And she’s a professional.

9. I am in love with convenience food, but not crappy heat it in the microwave tastes like plastic food. Like delicious Greek meatballs and risotto and chicken with olives. I haven’t actually cooked the whole time I have been here. I just heat and it suits me fine.

10 .My Neighbourhood is a strange one. It has masses of Eastern European ladies, who like a bit of rouge and prostitutes, no correlation between the two. And about 5 million tourists a minute, all of whom seem to be groups of German school children with no supervision. And I have only seen one drug dealer, this is perhaps the weirdest fact as drug dealers are all over London waving stuff in your face. Don’t worry I don’t buy my drugs of the street, I don’t need to anyway my flatmate deals on the side (I am joking guys, just trying to wind Johann up)

11. I would sell my soul for a seat on the tube. I eye the seat up try and predict whose going to leave next and then swoop in like a vulture and claim a seat. I have actually pushed people out of the way before. I don’t know why I bother my journey is only like 20 minutes and the seat are gross, smell like a homeless person , are never clean and are always slightly damp. I don’t even want to think about why.

Well that’s all I hope this gives you a little insight into my new London Life. I am all metropolitan now. It’s starting to get cold and the winter lasts for nine months. Jesus. It’s a long hard road ahead with only the bright light of my birthday (in Paris) and Christmas to guide me.

Lots of love to NZ and all my friends.
Love drea xxx

Could it be magic?

Oh my god have just finished the final Harry Potter. It is a work of genius. Never in all my life. J.K. Rowling deserves to be richer than the queen.
Don’t worry I wouldn’t dare dream of spoiling it for you. Just read it. I cried. Twice.
I have only ever cried in two other books, The Lovely Bones broke my heart and when Nelson Mandela was released from prison, but I think that may have been more from sheer relief because he may be a living legend but that is a very long book.
Anyway Harry Potter lives up to the hype, redeems some of the slight boring books before it and made me cry and I have a heart of stone, colder than Voldemort’s gaze.

Xxxx

Ps am off to see the simpsons movie tomorrow, I am consumed by pop culture.

in da park

Look no posts for a week and a half and then three posts in one night. I am a post binger. Anyway here are some pictures of last Saturday it was sunny. Don’t be fooled it was the one sunny day we have had in 6 weeks. I know I am prone to exaggeration for comic effect but this is true one sunny day in 6 weeks. As Abba would say it is a ‘Tragedy’.

So we went to the park to have a picnic, watch the Tour de France ( of which I saw none by the way because I was sitting on my arse drinking beer, but as Dad would say it’s all about the atmosphere) And then I didn’t realise how drunk I was until I stood up, and by that time I stumbled home and did some drunk random grocery shopping, brownies and chicken sausages. I mean what sober person chooses chicken sausages? everyone knows that the best sausages are beef. I am a disgrace to my Austrian heritage. Where was I? Yeah anyway we hung out in the park and tomorrow is shaping up to be a hot day. BRING IT ON.

Pictures below. There are no witty captions to follow, just names. I am all out of wit.

Jamie and Ben
Rachel, the top of my head, Jaime and Jon.

Playing football in the sun.

Our house in the middle of our street

So here are some pictures of our new flat … hopefully if the lawyers and everyone gets there act together we will be living there in a month. Best not to mention the massive mortgage or the massive financial risk we are taking. Lets just pretend it isn’t happening and concentrate on choosing a new sofa instead.

The bedroom. With two windows. This is a big deal in london. Two windows with overlook a tennis court, ping pong.

Our living room with one tiny window and it looks out onto the relaxing vista of a road. Ahh the serenity.

The Living Room, take two.

The kitchen with granite worksurfaces, these are expensive and gross blue cupboards. You win some you loose some.

Our 70’s style bathroom, which has no shower and will be replaced by something a little more year 2000 and cheap.

xxxxxx

Sorry it's been so long ....

Have not updated my blog in one hundred years and I am sorry. I blame Jamie because I was using his fancy new computer, (without his permission) which he has only let me use three times under strict supervision and he wasn’t at home so I couldn’t ask him, anyway I was taping away and I pressed the wrong button and then the stupid ibook froze and I LOST ALL MY WORK. And I wet my pants a little bit because I thought I had broken his laptop but I hadn’t. It now seems to be working okay. But if he asks you I did not touch his laptop without his permission. If he knew he might leave me.

Anyway my post was hilarious it was all about the weather and stuff. I will try to re-create the highlights below. Think I will do it in points because I am lazy and it is Friday afternoon.

The weather in London is crap.
It is July it should be sunny and hot.
It is not. It is raining and cold.
No one seems to be trying to remedy the situation.
No one apart from me really truly cares about the situation.
If the weather does not improve soon I am leaving. I have no idea where I will go. Maybe Barbados or Beiruit.

Another thing the house stuff is moving along nicely will hopefully move in Mid-August am trying to get a new bathroom in before that. I am not too confident about dealing with trades people. I am little bit afraid of them because they have a loose relationship with personal hygiene and also seem to make a lot of jokes I don’t understand. Anyway am getting some quotes for the new bathroom done next week with make Jamie be with me for moral support.

Also loving the smokefree pubs and clubs because when I get home my hair doesn’t smell like a TAB (or if you are in UK a Ladbrokes) and all the smokers have to go outside which means there are more seats to sit on which appeals to my genetic laziness. And also drinking beer is just better when you are sitting down, it s a nesting thing.

Will also post some pictures tonight to make up for my long abscence.

Disaster just read in the paper that the weather will not improve until August. Jesus what the hell is going on? I am wearing jeans in july. Jeans in July! What has the world come too? Stupid global warming.


xxxxxx

The wedding weekender

On Saturday we went to my best friend from work’s wedding in the Cotswolds it was lovely and a little bit emotional. Good time was had by all as the photos will show. I wore a lovely dress that I got stains all over and had to take to the dry cleaners on Monday. He asked me what the stains were and I couldn’t remember, oh the shame! I guessed they were alcohol related and he gave me a suspicious look.

We met many new friends and took dodgy photos then woke up had some good bacon, bacon is always better when it is not from London and then drove the rental car home. And went to the pub and then had a little mini nap. And then Jamie woke me up unexpectedly and annoyed me until I got out of bed and then I was grumpy. But then watched the genius that is Casino (it’s a movie fyi) and felt better. heads up to Scorsese, Pesci and De Niro.

And now Lucy is on her honeymoon and I miss her, more than I miss Jamie when he went to Tok-yo. I have no one to talk about Big Brother, or Dancing with the stars or hello magazine with (Hello magaine is called Ola! in Spain, not sure why but this always makes me laugh.) Any way my work place has now become a cultural wasteland; I am a lonely penguin on a seagull island.

Come back Lucy and quick.

Have to go now have got sore shoulders and neck from sitting in front of a computer all day working for the man. And seeing a nice but tentative phsyio called Steve to try to sort it out.

Xxxxx

Ps their wedding cake was lemon and carrot delicious!

Pps two different cakes, lemon and then carrot not lemon-carrot cake I’m not sure that cake combo would work but I am willing to give it a shot if anyone will make it for me.

Ppss maybe carrot with a tiny bit of lemon but not a half-half thing.

Happy Bride and Groom
Dancing Queens, can you guess what song we are dancing too? It’s ‘9 to 5’ CLASSIC!!!

me and my new friend Steve he is from Leeds, his family doesn’t work in a pit, unlike ALL other Northerners. The guy who sat on my other side was a gardener and he just finished Jason Donovan’s garden. Whoa the people you meet.

It s me and Jamie!

It’s me and the stains!

Mr and Mrs Peasley full of joy and love. Wishing you many years of happiness.