You know it is time for a tan when you melt into the walll behind you. Call me Casper the friendly whore!
Hullo! I’m sorry I’ve not written a personal post in ages. This week has been a heck of a busy one, Burning the candle at both ends, but yet I’ve had time for a whole lot of play too and oh I did treat myself well this weekend.
I snuck away out of London a tad on Saturday to go lay in a Sussex garden for a gourmet lunch, which being England took place under an umbrella. We dined on Brie and Bruschetta, tomato, olives, and little mini duck things which must have unfolded in-stomach because I became very full and waddled to a chair to recover with a glass of wine and the ceremonious loosening of the belt. oops.
I’ve had the good fortune to secure tickets this weekend to two most exciting nights out, Waiting for Godot! (Season extended!) and one of my FAV Opera’s – Turandot! That isn’t on until October though, so I have to sit on my gloved hands and pearls til then.
I don’t chat about these higher pursuits often here, as I am usually more afflicted with the ahem* lower brains functions (hey, if Men have a ’second brain down there’ competing for resources, by god my clitoris can hijack my train of thought just as efficiently)
Irregardless, I do love the theatre…I’ve had the great fortune to see some super performances lately and I always come out feeling immensely satisfied. Puccini is fun, hence my excitement for Turandot, despite being more of a La Boheme girl… and Waiting for Godot is one of my favorite playwrights best works, and it has a great cast. So I shall be dressed to the nines on both occasions, and am ready for the bruised palms that you can only get from clapping at a hell of a good show (rather than the hairless palms of a one-man scene).
I ate Dark chocolate on the train and came home to a long chill-out on the couch with a rubbish film (see previous post, Movie review of Wicker Man remake). All in all you could say I couldn’t have had a more decadent day if I had had gentlemen in loin cloths feeding me grapes and wrestling for my amusement. Even without my own gladiator festivities I am very happy and content that I have topped myself in terms of gourmet weekends. Lets face it, life is a great thing 
Sunday I woke up for a coffee and croissant before jumping in the shower for a date with a lovely gentleman in the afternoon. Not having seen him for a few months we had the opportunity to catch up on our goings on since our last date. He is great company, and we had a lot of fun. (note: I have restrained from the sore-jaw joke I nearly put in here)
I left for a stroll through Hyde Park which today alternated between hot and wet, and strangely enough the usual ‘IF we’re descended from Monkeys why are Gorillas in the zoo’ Soap Box Nutter with a capital peaNUT was ABSENT in Speakers corner! Dammit, I love fighting with that guy. It doesn’t matter what you say to him because he is always angry and will listen to nothing, and wrapping him in balls of gibberish is like watching doublethink in 1984.
Finding myself suddenly bereft of someone to argue with, I hoofed it down to Mayfair for a lunch and roam about some shops before tucking into a gigantic biscotti gelato. Commence belt unnuckling second time in a row! Anyway, I walked it all off the rest of today, trading in my operatic pursuits for the easy to sing Johnny Cash American IV and V. I walked the rest of my Sunday away.
I’ll leave you now xx Have great dreams and lots of love
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