Apart from entertaining Dadster, the dermatologist appointments have occupied most of my time.
I’ve had three consultations thus far and will have a final one this Friday. I had patches put on my back on Monday for an allergy test and boy were they irritating and itchy. Had to keep my back dry for the past three days and only got the patches removed this morning but my joy was short-lived as I was told to keep the back dry until F R I D A Y. That’s like two days away and I’m sure it will be the longest two days of my life.
I don’t know what is going on but the reaction I got after he removed the patches and shined the UV light on my back this morning has certainly triggered major itch-attacks every so often that I can be seen scratching my back not unlike a monkey at my desk. Try as I might to be discreet but to no avail. My colleagues must think I’ve got ticks or somefink. I hope I won't get these attacks tomorrow morning during the OpCo meeting. Not a pretty sight I tell ya.
Can’t wait to have a proper rub a dub scrub on Friday after the dermy appointment.
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
Catching Up
Gosh. I am so behind with my blogging. So much has happened; I don’t know where to begin.
We were in Brussels over the weekend but will write more about the trip separately and post photos when I have more time in hand. Soon soon.
Dadster leaves this Saturday and I feel like I have not spent much time with him. I find that I have less to say to Dad compared to Mum. It doesn't help that he is partially deaf on one ear either! Conversations are never easy and I always have to repeat myself, as his answers are almost always never the correct/expected responses to my initial questions! Quite hilarious really.
I hope he has enjoyed his short holiday and goes home with fond memories of the time spent with us at the wharf.
***
Happy Halloween everyone!
We were in Brussels over the weekend but will write more about the trip separately and post photos when I have more time in hand. Soon soon.
Dadster leaves this Saturday and I feel like I have not spent much time with him. I find that I have less to say to Dad compared to Mum. It doesn't help that he is partially deaf on one ear either! Conversations are never easy and I always have to repeat myself, as his answers are almost always never the correct/expected responses to my initial questions! Quite hilarious really.
I hope he has enjoyed his short holiday and goes home with fond memories of the time spent with us at the wharf.
***
Happy Halloween everyone!
Monday, 22 October 2007
Manchester
I’ve not been diligent with blogging lately [not that I'm assuming anyone would notice] mainly because I’m too tired to do much at the end of each day. It has been a busy week for me even prior to Dad’s arrival. There was the Hari Raya do leftover tiredness from the last weekend, work has been unforgiving thanks to the Prick and nights just seem too short to get everything done. Confession: far too much precious time is spent on the wretched Facebook.
I normally have my weekend to lie in to get over the hectic week. But this time, before I could recover from whatever it is I needed to recover from, we had to go up to Manchester.
***
Manchester has indeed changed a lot since I last saw her in 1986. Everything has been replaced; old dilapidated council flats to clean slick modern apartments, small cosy sized mall with bigger shopping mall equipped with every latest high street label you can wish for, new roads, impressive structures (Hilton) and the rejuvenation of Salford Quays.
My most vivid memory of Manchester; getting off the bus at Piccadilly Gardens, walking across to Wimpy’s, where mum and I would have fish and chips for lunch. This was right next to Lewis's, our favourite shopping haven. These were our frequent haunts then. However, Wimpy’s has now been replaced with Burger King and the building that used to house Lewis's is now hosting Primark.
The bus stops are still where I remember them to be but now there’s additional public transportation; there are trams along the roads. The only city in England with trams I believe. From what little I witnessed that day, these trams are quite unsafe considering pedestrians just cross as they please oblivious to the trams passing through! You’d hear loud honks occasionally to ward off the chavs and yobs wandering aimlessly along the tram paths/trails. I’m thankful it was not as chaotic back then as it is now.
Since I don’t have the luxury to go into detail with what we did in Manchester, I will leave you with some photographs instead.
Ps. I did have a great chicken donner kebab somewhere along Wilmslow Road in Rusholme though *smack lips*
I normally have my weekend to lie in to get over the hectic week. But this time, before I could recover from whatever it is I needed to recover from, we had to go up to Manchester.
***
Manchester has indeed changed a lot since I last saw her in 1986. Everything has been replaced; old dilapidated council flats to clean slick modern apartments, small cosy sized mall with bigger shopping mall equipped with every latest high street label you can wish for, new roads, impressive structures (Hilton) and the rejuvenation of Salford Quays.
My most vivid memory of Manchester; getting off the bus at Piccadilly Gardens, walking across to Wimpy’s, where mum and I would have fish and chips for lunch. This was right next to Lewis's, our favourite shopping haven. These were our frequent haunts then. However, Wimpy’s has now been replaced with Burger King and the building that used to house Lewis's is now hosting Primark.
The bus stops are still where I remember them to be but now there’s additional public transportation; there are trams along the roads. The only city in England with trams I believe. From what little I witnessed that day, these trams are quite unsafe considering pedestrians just cross as they please oblivious to the trams passing through! You’d hear loud honks occasionally to ward off the chavs and yobs wandering aimlessly along the tram paths/trails. I’m thankful it was not as chaotic back then as it is now.
Since I don’t have the luxury to go into detail with what we did in Manchester, I will leave you with some photographs instead.
Ps. I did have a great chicken donner kebab somewhere along Wilmslow Road in Rusholme though *smack lips*
81 Gorton Lane (Wharfer clan’s humble abode in the 80s)
University of Manchester
Arndale Centre (New Wing)
Eye of Manchester
Old Trafford Football Stadium
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
Mr. Murphy Strikes Again
As per my latest Facebook status, I am maintaining my hatred for Murphy and every one of his sodding laws.
The few weeks during Ramadhan had been good for me - I was able to leave the office at decent hours.
Alas, my happiness has been short-lived.
My current state of affairs has taken a turn recently - I have been kept very busy these past few days and I am not a happy bunny because Dadster arrives tomorrow and I will not be able to leave early if work beckons. I wish I had been busy then and not now.
Why oh why must Mr. Murphy come a-visiting when I need him the least?
The few weeks during Ramadhan had been good for me - I was able to leave the office at decent hours.
Alas, my happiness has been short-lived.
My current state of affairs has taken a turn recently - I have been kept very busy these past few days and I am not a happy bunny because Dadster arrives tomorrow and I will not be able to leave early if work beckons. I wish I had been busy then and not now.
Why oh why must Mr. Murphy come a-visiting when I need him the least?
Sunday, 14 October 2007
My Not So Selamat Hari Raya
This is the third Hari Raya in London for me. I’m glad to say it will be my last. Hari Raya is the worst time to be away from home, don’t you think?
It has been the most ‘bizarre’, to put it mildly [and ‘miserable’ when I’m feeling extremely ruthless], Hari Raya celebration for me. Reasons being:
* Celebrated [if you can call it that] first day of Raya at work.
* My rendang just would not turn into a familiar dark brown hue despite the endless amount of coconut milk I added *frustrating*.
* Having to avoid someone’s un-flailing calls.
* Discovered that I was not invited to an open house [sour puss].
* Stalked and pursued by a certain someone for three days consecutively, who insisted we come over for Hari Raya despite [valid] reasons provided. Talk about being persistent.
* Stumbled upon friends’ blogs in Malaysia with photos of family and friends all decked in baju kebaya and baju melayu and became deeply depressed. I sorely miss being at home with the family for Eid *sob*.
* The fact that in Malaysia I would have the whole week off unlike here where I will be back at work tomorrow.
As for the do, well what can I say?
Turn out was almost 100% but since everyone dropped in from another open house prior to ours, their tanks were full to the brim and so they could hardly relish our Hari Raya spread. [Or was it because it was indeed very unpalatable? Yikes!]
Regrettably, there were lots of leftovers. I admit I did overdo on the amount cooked but I belief it’s better to be safe than sorry. I wouldn’t want to have to haul my guests across to McDonald’s for McValue meals should there not be adequate food for all, would I? Seriously, how do you estimate how much you need to cook if you are having dinner parties? Apart from the non-existent skills in the budgeting area, I also had a self-discovery moment on my lack of ‘hosting’ skills.
I guess the spill over effect of the Hari Raya blues of not being with loved ones accumulated further when all the effort put in to prepare for the food was sort of wasted. It would have been a nice stroke to my ego to see everyone polish of my cooking and sing praises at how delicious my kuah kacang was etc.
Oh well.
The good thing that came out of this - I probably will not have to cook for the next 5 days!
I do have to thank IK profusely; if it were not for his incessant assistance in the kitchen; onion chopping + veg slicing + beef/chicken cutting + clean-up efforts, I would still be in the kitchen toiling away to this very minute.
If I put my emotions aside, my Hari Raya was fine. I may not have mum/dad here but I do have IK and friends. And even though there were a lot of leftovers, I had my first taste in hosting dinner parties.
It has been the most ‘bizarre’, to put it mildly [and ‘miserable’ when I’m feeling extremely ruthless], Hari Raya celebration for me. Reasons being:
* Celebrated [if you can call it that] first day of Raya at work.
* My rendang just would not turn into a familiar dark brown hue despite the endless amount of coconut milk I added *frustrating*.
* Having to avoid someone’s un-flailing calls.
* Discovered that I was not invited to an open house [sour puss].
* Stalked and pursued by a certain someone for three days consecutively, who insisted we come over for Hari Raya despite [valid] reasons provided. Talk about being persistent.
* Stumbled upon friends’ blogs in Malaysia with photos of family and friends all decked in baju kebaya and baju melayu and became deeply depressed. I sorely miss being at home with the family for Eid *sob*.
* The fact that in Malaysia I would have the whole week off unlike here where I will be back at work tomorrow.
As for the do, well what can I say?
Turn out was almost 100% but since everyone dropped in from another open house prior to ours, their tanks were full to the brim and so they could hardly relish our Hari Raya spread. [Or was it because it was indeed very unpalatable? Yikes!]
Regrettably, there were lots of leftovers. I admit I did overdo on the amount cooked but I belief it’s better to be safe than sorry. I wouldn’t want to have to haul my guests across to McDonald’s for McValue meals should there not be adequate food for all, would I? Seriously, how do you estimate how much you need to cook if you are having dinner parties? Apart from the non-existent skills in the budgeting area, I also had a self-discovery moment on my lack of ‘hosting’ skills.
I guess the spill over effect of the Hari Raya blues of not being with loved ones accumulated further when all the effort put in to prepare for the food was sort of wasted. It would have been a nice stroke to my ego to see everyone polish of my cooking and sing praises at how delicious my kuah kacang was etc.
Oh well.
The good thing that came out of this - I probably will not have to cook for the next 5 days!
I do have to thank IK profusely; if it were not for his incessant assistance in the kitchen; onion chopping + veg slicing + beef/chicken cutting + clean-up efforts, I would still be in the kitchen toiling away to this very minute.
If I put my emotions aside, my Hari Raya was fine. I may not have mum/dad here but I do have IK and friends. And even though there were a lot of leftovers, I had my first taste in hosting dinner parties.
Thursday, 11 October 2007
Salam Aidilfitri
Apparently we are celebrating Hari Raya tomorrow.
Here's wishing everyone a joyous Eid!
Maaf Zahir & Batin.
The Wharfer
Here's wishing everyone a joyous Eid!
Maaf Zahir & Batin.
The Wharfer
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
The Diaries of The Wharfer
Crumbling Crowning Glory
I am appalled at the alarming amount of hair I loose every time I have a wash. It does not help that I do it on a cycle of two days either. I don't know if this is normal amount of hair loss but I just don't remember experiencing anything like this before.
I fear I may soon become bald, as that seems to be the natural progression for the male members of my team. Mind you one is only 32 and the other is about 38, both 90% hair-less. I have no interest in being part of the statistics.
Eid
We are now in the midst of preparing for Eid. Everyone is saying that it will fall on Saturday, which suits me fine because I would not want to be celebrating it by replying to e-mails, drawing charts, attending meetings, boggling on issues/problems etc.
If all goes as planned, I will be having a little do at home on Saturday. Very very little since I have never cooked for more than er, five, maybe six, people in my entire life. *Hangs head in shame*. I do like dinner-parties, I just don't know how to organise them. This raya, at the ripe old age of *ahem* thirty-three, I am challenging myself, moving out of my comfort zone, living on the edge, taking the plunge, other whathaveyous and will possibly be cooking for 8-10 people. *Wipe beads of sweat off forehead*. I hope I can pull it off.
Forewarn: If you don't read about it in this blog, it simply means it was a disaster, so it's best not to ask.
Chicken Gunk
Question(s): Why is there so much slime, fat and veins involved in cleaning de-skinned chicken and why do we still eat chicken despite all that?
I have just finished going through four chickens and I am seriously wondering why I am not a vegetarian. The amount of goo I went through was enough to make me barf my guts out. Euuwww. Every time I go through this cleaning process, I contemplate on becoming a vegetarian. After all, eating lots of veggies is not a bad thing is it? I would also spare thousands of cute chickens from being slaughtered. Save the animals I say.
But as soon as I take a bite of the cooked chicken, all is forgotten - save the chickens, healthy vegetable intake - all down the drain. I am hopeless.
My Mother's Husband
Dadster is coming!
I will be getting some kuih raya from home. Yay. It will not be in time for first day of Eid but it will do.
Dadster arrives next Wednesday. He is very much looking forward to his annual pilgrimage; he claims he feels very at home in London as he and she go as far back as the 1960s.
We have two weekends with him. I have organised a few things:
· Manchester trip over one weekend - to reminisce time he spent in the 80s, plus IK gets to revisit his alumni.
· Brussels over another weekend.
· Sound of Music musical. HIP HIP HOOOOYAY.
· Day trips to Portsmouth/Windsor Castle.
Other days when I am at work, he will be able to visit Lincoln's Inn, his old haunts [he is quite a sentimental old man], the museums and there's always Canary Wharf if he gets bored. To be honest Dadster is easy. He does not demand/ask for much, he just enjoys being in London, wandering about on his own and absorbing the sights and sounds.
So there you have it, the life and times of a no longer spring chicken [of the non-slimy kind] aspiring to become a vegetarian while attempting to host a dinner party and planning happy travels.
I am appalled at the alarming amount of hair I loose every time I have a wash. It does not help that I do it on a cycle of two days either. I don't know if this is normal amount of hair loss but I just don't remember experiencing anything like this before.
I fear I may soon become bald, as that seems to be the natural progression for the male members of my team. Mind you one is only 32 and the other is about 38, both 90% hair-less. I have no interest in being part of the statistics.
Eid
We are now in the midst of preparing for Eid. Everyone is saying that it will fall on Saturday, which suits me fine because I would not want to be celebrating it by replying to e-mails, drawing charts, attending meetings, boggling on issues/problems etc.
If all goes as planned, I will be having a little do at home on Saturday. Very very little since I have never cooked for more than er, five, maybe six, people in my entire life. *Hangs head in shame*. I do like dinner-parties, I just don't know how to organise them. This raya, at the ripe old age of *ahem* thirty-three, I am challenging myself, moving out of my comfort zone, living on the edge, taking the plunge, other whathaveyous and will possibly be cooking for 8-10 people. *Wipe beads of sweat off forehead*. I hope I can pull it off.
Forewarn: If you don't read about it in this blog, it simply means it was a disaster, so it's best not to ask.
Chicken Gunk
Question(s): Why is there so much slime, fat and veins involved in cleaning de-skinned chicken and why do we still eat chicken despite all that?
I have just finished going through four chickens and I am seriously wondering why I am not a vegetarian. The amount of goo I went through was enough to make me barf my guts out. Euuwww. Every time I go through this cleaning process, I contemplate on becoming a vegetarian. After all, eating lots of veggies is not a bad thing is it? I would also spare thousands of cute chickens from being slaughtered. Save the animals I say.
But as soon as I take a bite of the cooked chicken, all is forgotten - save the chickens, healthy vegetable intake - all down the drain. I am hopeless.
My Mother's Husband
Dadster is coming!
I will be getting some kuih raya from home. Yay. It will not be in time for first day of Eid but it will do.
Dadster arrives next Wednesday. He is very much looking forward to his annual pilgrimage; he claims he feels very at home in London as he and she go as far back as the 1960s.
We have two weekends with him. I have organised a few things:
· Manchester trip over one weekend - to reminisce time he spent in the 80s, plus IK gets to revisit his alumni.
· Brussels over another weekend.
· Sound of Music musical. HIP HIP HOOOOYAY.
· Day trips to Portsmouth/Windsor Castle.
Other days when I am at work, he will be able to visit Lincoln's Inn, his old haunts [he is quite a sentimental old man], the museums and there's always Canary Wharf if he gets bored. To be honest Dadster is easy. He does not demand/ask for much, he just enjoys being in London, wandering about on his own and absorbing the sights and sounds.
So there you have it, the life and times of a no longer spring chicken [of the non-slimy kind] aspiring to become a vegetarian while attempting to host a dinner party and planning happy travels.
Sunday, 7 October 2007
Weekend of Sorts
It was certainly a roller-coaster weekend for me. A whole bag of emotions all within forty-eight hours. Anger, resentment, frustrations, disappointment but thankfully some joy and laughter too.
IK described me as unstable. Charming, isn't he?
***
Had a few major showdowns with IK. One after another.
Firstly, I was terribly upset he wasn’t on my side; defending this third party for obvious stupidity; how could he?
Next, family issues.
Finally, his behaviour over the way he handled his friends. I could not fathom the rationale/logic/justification for his actions.
All this within one Saturday. I could not have disagreed any more even if I tried to.
***
With Eid celebrations around the corner, I engaged the services of a cleaning agency to clean the entire house. It was undoubtedly expensive but it would be awfully tiring to do the entire house while observing the fast. Ok ok laziness was a major determining factor too.
Cleaner came on Sunday morning as promised, surveyed house, said that it would take around 3-4 hours to complete tasks. Everyone was happy with timeline.
After 2 hours, all that was done were the two bathrooms. She hadn’t even started with the vacuuming and the mopping of the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms or the stairs. I could feel anger rising to my head and smoke coming out of my ears already; I was not about to pay her extra for dilly-dallying. I could not help but feel she was trying to pull a fast one on us i.e. doing the chores ever so s l o w l y since she charged by the hour. I was fuming so naturally I bitched about it to IK and expected him to understand, empathise, support me and rectify matter because…well just because. Instead, he disagreed in not so many words, and added something to the effect that I should deal with it myself. Big mistake. Maybe I was hormonal but guess what? That triggered yet another fight.
Gaduh. Gaduh. Gaduh. So tragic ok. *BIG FAT SIGH*
Just to let you know, IK did speak to her and she barely made it within the four hours resulting in sloppy work [as expected] towards the end. A classic case of ‘let’s just get it over and done with’ basically.
***
I have been craving for some good kebab. Ever since I arrived on these shores, I have not found a single kebab shop that caters to my notion of a mouth-watering kebab. My notion being the kebab I had in Cardiff during my university days some ten years ago that has left a lasting impression on me. One that is served over the counter of a little corner take away shop, in a fresh pita bread, slices of chicken on a bed of lettuce and cucumber [no onions please], drizzled with mint and chilli sauce, served hot with chunky chips on the side, washed down with fizzy diet coke straight from the can.
After describing my ‘requirements of good kebab’ to one of my colleagues, she confidently imparted her wisdom on great kebab eateries to me – Edgeware Road, Baker Street blah blah blah. She highly recommended this particular Turkish restaurant on Great Portland Street. I was excited beyond belief at the promise of finally devouring the kebab of my dreams. So we were there on Saturday night [quarrels notwithstanding] for iftar. When my chicken kebab arrived, it was not even remotely close to what I had described to her. Did I describe the dream-kebab in Swahili to said colleague? Was the description not detailed enough, I wonder? And so I was disappointed yet again.
Oh well.
To be fair, their humus was delish and IK enjoyed his lamb doner kebab and grilled meatballs. I believe there is a good chicken kebab out there somewhere with my name written on it. I just have not found it yet. Perseverance is key here; I shall continue my quest to find the perfect chicken kebab. Wish me luck.
***
Made plans with some friends to have the Ramadhan buffet today. It was at one of the Malaysian chain of hotels at the west end. The spread was mediocre; there was the usual nasi tomato, some dim sum, beef rendang, sago gula melaka, teh tarik [bliss], sambal prawns, okra, aubergines and steam fish to name a few. I don't have much to comment food-wise, I merely wanted to say that I really enjoyed the company; there were lots of laughter involved. Must do this more often. Get together with friends and laugh that is, not engage in fighting marathon.
***
In spite of the countless bickering, my weekend ended on a high note after all. Huzzah.
IK described me as unstable. Charming, isn't he?
***
Had a few major showdowns with IK. One after another.
Firstly, I was terribly upset he wasn’t on my side; defending this third party for obvious stupidity; how could he?
Next, family issues.
Finally, his behaviour over the way he handled his friends. I could not fathom the rationale/logic/justification for his actions.
All this within one Saturday. I could not have disagreed any more even if I tried to.
***
With Eid celebrations around the corner, I engaged the services of a cleaning agency to clean the entire house. It was undoubtedly expensive but it would be awfully tiring to do the entire house while observing the fast. Ok ok laziness was a major determining factor too.
Cleaner came on Sunday morning as promised, surveyed house, said that it would take around 3-4 hours to complete tasks. Everyone was happy with timeline.
After 2 hours, all that was done were the two bathrooms. She hadn’t even started with the vacuuming and the mopping of the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms or the stairs. I could feel anger rising to my head and smoke coming out of my ears already; I was not about to pay her extra for dilly-dallying. I could not help but feel she was trying to pull a fast one on us i.e. doing the chores ever so s l o w l y since she charged by the hour. I was fuming so naturally I bitched about it to IK and expected him to understand, empathise, support me and rectify matter because…well just because. Instead, he disagreed in not so many words, and added something to the effect that I should deal with it myself. Big mistake. Maybe I was hormonal but guess what? That triggered yet another fight.
Gaduh. Gaduh. Gaduh. So tragic ok. *BIG FAT SIGH*
Just to let you know, IK did speak to her and she barely made it within the four hours resulting in sloppy work [as expected] towards the end. A classic case of ‘let’s just get it over and done with’ basically.
***
I have been craving for some good kebab. Ever since I arrived on these shores, I have not found a single kebab shop that caters to my notion of a mouth-watering kebab. My notion being the kebab I had in Cardiff during my university days some ten years ago that has left a lasting impression on me. One that is served over the counter of a little corner take away shop, in a fresh pita bread, slices of chicken on a bed of lettuce and cucumber [no onions please], drizzled with mint and chilli sauce, served hot with chunky chips on the side, washed down with fizzy diet coke straight from the can.
After describing my ‘requirements of good kebab’ to one of my colleagues, she confidently imparted her wisdom on great kebab eateries to me – Edgeware Road, Baker Street blah blah blah. She highly recommended this particular Turkish restaurant on Great Portland Street. I was excited beyond belief at the promise of finally devouring the kebab of my dreams. So we were there on Saturday night [quarrels notwithstanding] for iftar. When my chicken kebab arrived, it was not even remotely close to what I had described to her. Did I describe the dream-kebab in Swahili to said colleague? Was the description not detailed enough, I wonder? And so I was disappointed yet again.
Oh well.
To be fair, their humus was delish and IK enjoyed his lamb doner kebab and grilled meatballs. I believe there is a good chicken kebab out there somewhere with my name written on it. I just have not found it yet. Perseverance is key here; I shall continue my quest to find the perfect chicken kebab. Wish me luck.
***
Made plans with some friends to have the Ramadhan buffet today. It was at one of the Malaysian chain of hotels at the west end. The spread was mediocre; there was the usual nasi tomato, some dim sum, beef rendang, sago gula melaka, teh tarik [bliss], sambal prawns, okra, aubergines and steam fish to name a few. I don't have much to comment food-wise, I merely wanted to say that I really enjoyed the company; there were lots of laughter involved. Must do this more often. Get together with friends and laugh that is, not engage in fighting marathon.
***
In spite of the countless bickering, my weekend ended on a high note after all. Huzzah.
Friday, 5 October 2007
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
Five
I have not been tagged, but I think this is fun!
5 Things In My Handbag
· Wallet
· N95 and iPod
· A Cath Kidston ‘bubble rose’ cosmetic pouch. I heart Ms. Kidston.
· A little 2007 diary and a note book for list-making/appointment-keeping as I have a gold fish memory
· Oyster card for the unforeseen London-by-tube expeditions
5 Things In My Purse or Wallet
· Hardly any GBP
· One credit card and two debit cards
· Receipts in case I want to return my purchases
· Reebok Sports Club membership card for my ‘no-show’ pilates classes
· Photos of loved ones
5 Things In My Favourite Room [The Bedroom]
· My laptop
· Plants on my bed side tables; I love my plants
· Photos of Winnie and Cleo
· Seashells wind chime from Brighton
· My reliable heat-generator ie. the hubster; very crucial especially during these crisp + cold winter nights
5 Things I Would Like To Do
· Go for a two-week long beach holiday, a nearby Greek island perhaps?
· Have the ability to cat speak with Ninnie, Cleo and Ginster
· Be a great photographer
· Gain the trust and subsequently provide shelter to that stray cat sighted at Asda [it’s too cold out there to be on your own Kitty]
· Reduce time on internet and spend more time on other more important stuff
5 Things I’m Currently Doing
· Obssessing over Facebook
· Learning how to use the SLR [I use the term 'learning' very loosely here]
· Planning a short break somewhere near
· Avoiding household chores
· Waiting for a visit from Mr Stork
5 Things In My Handbag
· Wallet
· N95 and iPod
· A Cath Kidston ‘bubble rose’ cosmetic pouch. I heart Ms. Kidston.
· A little 2007 diary and a note book for list-making/appointment-keeping as I have a gold fish memory
· Oyster card for the unforeseen London-by-tube expeditions
5 Things In My Purse or Wallet
· Hardly any GBP
· One credit card and two debit cards
· Receipts in case I want to return my purchases
· Reebok Sports Club membership card for my ‘no-show’ pilates classes
· Photos of loved ones
5 Things In My Favourite Room [The Bedroom]
· My laptop
· Plants on my bed side tables; I love my plants
· Photos of Winnie and Cleo
· Seashells wind chime from Brighton
· My reliable heat-generator ie. the hubster; very crucial especially during these crisp + cold winter nights
5 Things I Would Like To Do
· Go for a two-week long beach holiday, a nearby Greek island perhaps?
· Have the ability to cat speak with Ninnie, Cleo and Ginster
· Be a great photographer
· Gain the trust and subsequently provide shelter to that stray cat sighted at Asda [it’s too cold out there to be on your own Kitty]
· Reduce time on internet and spend more time on other more important stuff
5 Things I’m Currently Doing
· Obssessing over Facebook
· Learning how to use the SLR [I use the term 'learning' very loosely here]
· Planning a short break somewhere near
· Avoiding household chores
· Waiting for a visit from Mr Stork
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