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.

Ch-ch-changes

After all the changes with the blog I have decided to stick with the tradiotnal white. Think it is easier to read.

Also booked our honeymoon on the weekend and we are going to Hawaii, Aloha!

Booked it before we realised it was winter in Hawaii. In retrospect it may have been a good idea to check the seasons before we spent stupid amounts of money on the airfares. We are staying here http://www.marjorieskauaiinn.com/ don’t be put off by the website it looks nice and you get a fruit basket on arrival. There better be a pineapple in that fruit basket. And a knife to cut it with. And instructions on how to cut it, I am not good with knifes and hard fruit and vegetables. Me and pumpkins also don’t see eye to eye.

xxxx

Still sick

I am at home and still sick, sicker than I was yesterday, how is this possible? I thought if you rested you were meant to get better. Today I am worse. And the men are here fixing the wall so I am in the bedroom about to watch a DVD but first I am thinking of happier times like last Saturday night, when I wasn’t sick It was only 3 days ago, how quickly times changes.

Anyway we went out for delicious Chinese with Odette who is in town and then we went up the road to the pub where it seems every other kiwi from London was and there were a few Aussies thrown in just to annoy us.

Jamie and his two beatches after delicious entrees.

Odette and me in the Chinese restaurant where they undercharged us and I said we should leave the cash and run but Jamie dawdled and they realised their mistake and we had to pay the entire bill. Damn Jamie, he can run fast enough when he tries to get away from me.

Mieke and me under the stars.

The gangs all here.

See if you can spot the impostor at the back. We do not know him! I do this all the time to other people’s photos stick my unfamialr head in. Once I did it in Berlin and almost got beaten up by some sorority girls. And now someone has done it to me, you can’t imagine how excited I am. I am over the moon this is one of my favourite all-time pictures. Ever. I might get it framed.

Cluck, cluck, cluck

The other week I went to my friends Lucy’s hen night. It was everything you can imagine a hen night can be. Although there was no stripper but here they go all the way so best for my nerves that there wasn’t one .

The best way to experience the vibe is to view the photos below. Men you may want to cover your eyes.

Lucy and her friend nicked named Colin the Cock. Yes it was a giant penis, and it was inflatable and it never left her side for 9 hours.

The Hens in the london rain

Me and the Ultimate Hen!

This is Lucy's favouite picture of hereself, I think it is because of the classy way the fag is dangling out of her mouth.

A more excited Hen you did never see!

Illness takes hold

I am sick. I am at home. I can’t speak my throat is too sore. I have to watch crap tv and feel sorry for myself.

I am also having flashes of a fever which is making me sweaty and stinky. I do not like it.

The only redeeming feature of this day is that a bathroom catalogue has arrived and I can start choosing a bath and a toilet for the new flat. Hidden toilet cistern or not? I think I am too sick to make any big decisions, best to sleep on it.

xxxxx

ps, now I am sneezing, proper snotty sneezes, when will it end?

Holy Shit

Sorry for the swears but there is no other words to describe it. We have had an offer accepted on a tiny flat in London.

It is exciting but stressful, as soon as I heard the news I came out in a rash on my arm. It has got worse probably not helped by my constant anxiety scratching. I am like our old dog, strauss (he was a King Charles Spaniel) Anyway he had a rash on his back and we had to put a cone on his head to stop him scratching.

It may all turn to shit, it will take about 8 weeks until it is finalised. 8 weeks of a rash. I think I need a cone.

Link of tiny flat below
http://www.vebra.com/home/search/vdetails.asp?src=agent&fd=236&bd=1&db=1&cl=263&pid=11755060

Don't try this at home

On Sunday we did our 5 kilometre run. It was hot, hot hot. The sun beat down on our backs and I got a little bit burned, first time ever in London in three years. It had faded by the afternoon. So we finished it in about 40 minutes and then had Pimms in the sun and came home for a long, long sleep.

Jamie’s birthday tomorrow so we are out for some dinner.

And I have sprained my thumb in touch rugby, I was spaz and totally missed catching the ball. now I can’t type or write, but I still have to go to work. Bums. And also I can’t give the thumbs up anymore, which is a annoying because it was going to be my new thing. Will have to stick with the hang loose sign now. Bummer.
I tell you sport is dangerous to your health and general well being.

Here is our team,
Lucy, Zoe, Jaime, Georgia, Me and Mel.
Also not quite sure why I am standing like a six year old boy, but I am

Another Saturday night

So what do I do on a Saturday night? Having a bbq that’s what and now everyone is playing poker and I am not. Because I am afraid I will take it too seriously and start hating my friends because I am losing. I am secretly quite competitive. I like to be the THE BEST, THE BEST, NOTHING GONNA EVER KEEP ME DOWN. That’s a song form the Karate Kid, the best movie ever made FYI. So now I am updating my blog, New colours see. To keep you all interested in my daily goings on.

Sporty Sally

On Sunday I am doing a 5 kilometre run for cancer research with a few friends. I thought it was a fun run, turns out everybody has been training except for me. I can put it down it my ankle problems but really I couldn’t be bothered training. And even when I realised that I would be the slow one at the back I still didn’t train.

I am relying on my natural fitness to get me around. I t doesn’t look good at this stage. I was going to run on Friday to train but then thought better of it. Best to rest a few days before a big race so I am spending Friday night at the pub watching the football. Rest and relaxation so I am all ready for Sunday’s big race.

Also like any self respecting kiwi in London I have joined a Touch rugby team. This is the first season I have played and I am feisty. Those of you that know me may not be surprised. I used to play hockey with teenage girls I am not afraid a sports field argument. And I had one on Monday it was wicked, got the good old adrenalin going

The funniest thing is that when boys touch you they sometimes hit your boob. And as a girl you don’t care because it’s your boob no big deal but boys are always so apologetic. They are like ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.' And now I ham it up I say 'ow! That really hurt,’ (Even when it didn’t even tickle) especially if we are losing (which we always are) Touch rugby is a psychological game really, just like chess.