Let’s forget the dreariness of the last few weeks. The nights are starting to get lighter and I’m feeling brighter. Although I’m still feeling – low, I’ve made this last week, buzzy. I’ve whistled around, made plans, blogged, walked 5869496 miles. Here was my last week – OH and stick around. There’s a G I V E A W A Y opp at the bottom of the post!

Dinner at The Grain Store 

I called home on Tuesday night feeling sorry for myself. Grumbling down the phone Mumma B suggested dinner, 7pm Kings Cross Thursday. I trundled down, caught the tube. (Which was horrendous) And had the most wonderful time. We ate the most delicately balanced Roquefort cheese soufflés. Then followed with open squid lasagna, and a fish bouillabaisse. We nibbled, chatted and drank a hella lot of wine. It was perfect. The Grain Store was delightful and staff were perfectly attentive.

Lights outside The Grain Store

Kindle Love

I re-discovered my Kindle this week. It was battered and out of charge on the bookshelf so I brushed it down and charged it up. I downloaded a bunch of books I’ve been meaning to get round to and I love it again. Oh and it has doodle jump downloaded. (YAS.)

G I V E – A W A Y

Katy Cross is giving away 50 (yes 50) free ‘Bon Bons to Yoga Pants Audiobooks.’ 25 for the US and 25 for the UK. It’s a brilliant book

Just name your favorite food in the comments of Katie’s Post for a free entry. (L I N K  H E R E) If you want even more chances, share the giveaway on social media (be sure to tag @kcrosswriting or use the hashtag #BBTYP) and you’ll get two entries per share. No limit to number of entries earned by shares.

There’s my week. It’s been busy but beautiful. How was your week?

I’ve just made a full cafetiere of coffee and I’m in mustache leggings. I also have my face smothered in a mud mask and I’m watching Gilmore Girls. Life is a-okay. This week has been another of up and downs’s (as always.) But, I love writing these posts. It gives me a moment to sit and get rid of the warbles of last week. Oh, and celebrate the good bits. Waffle over – my week in pictures.

Bloody Mary’s

My sis Char found out some pretty dang special news. Drinks at All Bar One were 100% needed. This Bloody Mary was one of the most delicious I’ve had and it was so pretty. It was spicy also which I adore. We spent an hour or so drinking cocktails and talking. Moving into a flat with T has been fantastic, but those moments with family are perfect.

Bloody Mary

Last Walk

This week we packed up the office and made ourselves ready to move. I finally started receiving London Weighting (FEK YES) and I did the last walk. The Last Medway walk. It was bloody freezing, my nose was a lightbulb of red and I couldn’t feel my hands. But, it was spectacularly beautiful. I think I’m destined to return – not soon but one day.

Medway

New (Online) Friends

This photograph doesn’t fit the moment but I lave it. The last few weeks I’ve been chatting a little more on SM. I’ve always strayed away from Twitter Chats but recently I’ve been really trying. Communicating via SM can be tough. Things can easily be taken the wrong way but not yet (I hope.) Pizza, mental health, Slenderman and Fight Club have all been discussed. Intently.

Rope Decorations

New (Photography) Plans

I’ve been out and about taking hella photographs. I think I’m getting better? Any way Mumma B and I are planning a couple of photography walks in Greenwich. I’m thinking of investing in a new camera but I really don’t know where to start. If anyone has any suggestions – well link a gal up.

London Architecture

 

 

Is it Monday again? These posts seem to come round so quickly. Last week was a bit of an up and down week. There were tears of both happiness and sadness. But we’re here. We bladdy made it through. Shall we see what I got up to?

Remembering Sparky

Last week we said goodbye to Sparky. I ran through snow and sleet to get to London Euston, sped up to Stoke on the train. Then got stuck in more snow. We finally made it to Scarborough the next day 2 minutes into the funeral. Phewww. The two days were full of smiles, sunshine and sea air. Oh and lots of gin. We stayed in a £28.00 hotel that hadn’t been decorated in 50 year, drank in Sparkleton’s favourite pub and met a lot of incredible people. Incredible. It was perfect, in the most wonderful way.

Remembering Sparky

Tapas and Wicked

Char and I bought Wicked tickets for the fam for Christmas this year. This week we finally got to go see it. We started the day in All Bar One with cocktails, prosecco and poached eggs on toast. Then we wiggled off to the Tate Modern and the Natural History Museum. Both were spot on. For dinner we went to La Tasca which was incredible. Favourites included every croquette they offered, the pork cheeks, meatballs, the tortilla and the calamari. I won’t speak a lot about Wicked – all I would say is it’s fantastic. It’s heart-wrenching, the singing is incredible and it’s so darn clever. Book a ticket.

Tapas from La Tasca

Saying Goodbye to Medway

Last week we finally started packing up our offices. I’ve been moaning for weeks about the long coach journey, the price of the journey – which should all change later this month. This week however I felt a bit shit about it to be honest. I can walk a couple of Km on my lunch-break and see the view below. It really lifts my move and I’m panicking about not getting that minute to myself. I’ll find another walk – I’m just sad to say Goodbye to this view.

Medway Walks

Hey.

Selfie

Maybe a little self-indulgence. I hit my first weight loss target and I took a selfie and I recognised the girl in it a little more. I realised last week that since I gained a 21 pounds I’ve taken less and less photos. There are barely any photographs are myself taken with other people and definitely none from the waist down. I want to start taking more photographs, especially of my outfits I put together. But we’ll see. For now this will do.

Brown Bread

I did it. I started eating brown bread.

Another step to being healthy.

Pretty sure the entire world needed to know that.

Heinz Tomato soup is my favourite

This week’s been odd. It’s been a roller-coaster of a week but I’m looking forward to the next. Let’s make it a winner. How was your week?

Now I’m writing that title seems a bit yucky. Sorry. This week has been odd. I feel like I’ve constantly been in and out of the doctors. Last week it was abdominal scans and terrifying hospital trips; this week it was a leaky eye. Gross. That’s not all my week has entailed though – shall we dive in?

Scarf Knitting

Last week I was just picking up the needles, this week I’ve been knitting like a trooper. T and I ventured into Deptford and found a tiny store that sold everything from hammers to cake decorations. They also sold wool and needles. So, I bought two balls of custard yellow wool and two 10mm needles and I haven’t looked back. I’m scared of messing it up – but I’m feeling more and more confident. It’s so good for anxious thoughts too. Plus I’m one of those people that constantly needs to be doing something with their hands. This week has been filled with Gilmore Girls and knitting.

Chick-pea pops

I’ve been on a weight-loss mission these last few months and it’s all about little changes. Hula hoops for rice cakes, sweets for frozen grapes, and chick-pea pops for Pringles. I’ve been testing the pops this week and although I burned a batch or two (by getting distracted – see below) they taste fantastic. Healthy too! Look out for the recipe soon.

Coppit

Coppit is a board game from 1964 which we have a very battered copy of at home. I adore it. When my Grandfather was alive we used to play it a lot and he always cheated. Moving the blue pieces instead of the black pieces. He said it was his eyes; we knew better. On my way back from the pharmacy (for the leaky eye,) I popped into the Greenwich Junk Shop (which I adore.) Once downstairs I eyed the game. I decided not to get it (for whatever reason) wandered home and made soup. But I couldn’t leave the thought of it alone. So I went back and bought it. Best purchase of 2017 so far.

Self-love

I always struggle with social media come January. There appears to be a general rage against what is coined diet culture. I’ve been pretty overweight for the last year or so and I’ve been to the doctors and I do need a diet switch up. My liver is not healthy as it should be, and my salt intake is too high. That’s mainly why I’ve been openly losing weight. But, it seems that this is frowned upon by some. I’m keeping it up though; any day is a good for someone to get healthier, fitter and lose a few pounds. I don’t want to feel bad about it. So I’ve been practicing a little more self-love. I look in the mirror a little longer. I’ve switched up my skincare routine and I’m drinking more water. Plus the pounds are dropping off – I’m going to keep going. (Also this Lithographs T-shirt always makes me feel awesome when I wear it s0 that’s pretty goddamn perfect.)

Eddie the Eagle

I’m going to finish this post with a nod to Netflix. If you have Netflix you need to watch Eddie the Eagle. It’s a fantastic film. Feel-good humour, emotion, excitement and a bloody good laugh. T and I adored it and I think you might too. Oh and I stars Hugh Jackman (winks.)

There’s my week – it wasn’t supposed to be so much of a downer but. Meh. My eye, if you were wondering is an external sty. It’s painful and horrible but I have anti-biotics and I’m hoping it will clear up soon. Or at least stop leaking. I’ll stop using that word – promise.

 

It’s 2017. Already it feels better than the year before but this week has been an odd one. After the Christmas break T persuaded me to take another week off. A health scare, the death of a dear friend and money wobbles all prompted me that I needed to sit down. To take a nap, to take a bath, to pound the pavements and watch hours of Drag Race. January is the perfect time for SAD to arise. The cold, dark mornings and evenings can easily make even the most cheerful feel like a mouldy sack of spuds. This week though I’ve been looking for the good in everything. This is what I found.

Ruby Murray

T and I rarely order takeaway. London might be one of my favourite places on earth but it’s damn expensive. Rent, council tax, bills it’s all made me feel like I’m constantly surging towards a meltdown. Once NY was over and everyone had left at 10pm T and I ordered a curry. It was fantastic. I went with the Chicken Tikka Jalfrezi and T as always order a number of side dishes and the biggest naan I’ve ever seen. We watched Olympus has Fallen (that film is awful) and ate a hella load of curry. It felt wonderful.

The best takeaway curry

Knitting (attempting to knit.)

I’ve had a couple of mini meltdowns over the holidays. Not emotionally, but anxiety wise maybe. I don’t feel like I’m very good at any useful or enjoyable skills.  Yes it’s probably a bit of an exaggeration but it’s made me feel shoddy. Really shoddy. Over Christmas, in-between the 657 meals I asked my Grandmother if she fancied teaching me to knit. A trip to hobby craft later I was attempting to knit away. I can now cast on, do a knit stitch and kinda pearl and I’ve started knitting a scarf. It’s very bobbly and very yellow but I adore it.

Learning to knit. Slowly. Very slowly.

Camden Market

Gah I love Camden. It’s a bustling treasure chest of eclectic stores, food stalls and steaming cups of aromatic coffee. T and I caught the tube there during our time off over Christmas and I ate maybe the best hot-dog I’ve ever had. Juicy sausage, crispy fried onions, mustard, pickles and I think mayonnaise. There’s something perfect about noshing on food you haven’t made, covered in hats and scarves with mustard dripping down your sleeve. It was delicious. Happy days.

The Best Hotdog ever. Like ever. At Camden Market.

Whittard’s Amaretto Coffee

The smell of this alone makes me feel tip-top hooray. This Christmas was the year of adult presents and one of the only things I asked for was a Cafetiere. Mumma B bought us one from Boden and a bunch of different coffees. This one, however, is my favourite. It tastes of Christmas, happiness and makes the flat smell incredible. I’m now rationing it because we live nowhere near a Whittards but when I find one – well, we might just need a cupboard solely for coffee.

Coffee from Whittard. Amaretto is the best.

Tales from Alice in Wonderland

I discovered this tiny book tucked away on my bookshelf when I was home and I devoured it in under an hour. There are lots of books that I only really read (when I was a lot younger) because I read shorter versions, or snippets. Later in life I went back and re-read these books in full.  Probably loved them even more. I thought the cover of this one was impossibly perfect.

Tales from Alice in Wonderland

There was my week. It’s been a lovely week but once again pilfered by random wobbles and doubts. January seems to be bitterly cold this year so I’m off to finish my knitted scarf. Wish me luck.