I made an executive decision at the beginning of the year (no, not a resolution) that I’d be more adventurous this year. That is, go on more adventures. In fact I probably already have a healthy appetite for not just using my weekends for being a pisshead, but I decided that unless I book time to do things, I’ll always find excuses. So book away I did.
A midweek day out in Paris with the girls was a perfect antidote to February misery.
A respectable bunch.
One man and his birds.
It’s nice that some people are in love.
We spent 100 fucking euro on hot chocolate.
This was graffiti’d on a wall leading down into somewhere you really wouldn’t want to dance.
Despite being ridiculously exhausted by the time we trundled in to St. Pancras, it was a beautiful day all round. Full of excessive amounts of naughtiness, delicious things and one of those aggressive bouts of the giggles in inappropriate places, which left me streaming in tears. Adventures are fun, but they’re at their best with fun company.
Cup of beige goodness
Warms me from the inside out
Makes my day better.
China cups are nice
But I prefer mine in mugs
The size of buckets.
On your own is fine
But with friends means you won’t eat
All of the biscuits.
As good as a hug
Always there in times of need
Tea, you complete me.
Filed under Life, Ridiculous
I do moan a lot, it’s true. One thing I’ve not really seen fit to whinge about recently is being single. I’m relatively happy with the situation – after breaking up with the ex, this is the longest period of singledom I’ve had since I was about 15. It’s been a long time coming and it’s absolutely welcomed.
But I still do have pangs of wanting to be in a relationship. After stumbling across these photos of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward on Snippet & Ink this afternoon, I thought my silly brain would throw me into a massive tailspin of OMIGODIMGOINGTODIEALONE. But they didn’t. They just made me
As a couple they just ooze silliness and fun and joy…
… and the glances between them do not betray anything other than being completely in love with one another.
There are more utterly gorgeous photos over on Snippet & Ink. Go and brighten your day a little with a bucketful of happy.
Today began appallingly. I came into work to find a complaint addressed to me from a bloke who clearly doesn’t know how a Library works. He took deep offense to the fact that he received an overdue letter, despite having a 2-week overdue book. Bell-end.
Then I got a very exciting phonecall.
My very best friend (and wife) Hayley is now officially engaged to the magnificient (and very patient) Scott!
I’m so genuinely excited for them, I could probably explode.
I very much like it when people are happy 🙂
2010 was just a stupid year. It really was. It began with hugely painful break-up of a relationship that only I was invested in and ended with various members of my family hospitalised for both trivial and life-threatening maladies. Argh.
I’ll concede that some lovely things did happen; post-break up adventures with friends I’d been guilty of neglecting, moving into my own place, weddings, more adventures in Crete, a birthday week of happiness and repeat visits to Scotland (always a winner in my book).
Other than that, I was of the opinion that 2010 and all the crap it brought could go fuck itself. Up until the day I took this photo:
My former landlords and now very lovely friends got married right at the beginning of August, during the summer I was utterly dreading. I spent a couple of days up in the Lakes for the occasion and it was just fabulous; the wedding, the ceilidh, the surroundings and the company. I sat in the grounds after the ceremony and had an overwhelming sensation that despite how awful things had been up until that point, everything would be okay. Everything was fine. If it wasn’t fine, I could just strap on a pair and make it fine.
2011 has had a much more positive start and for the first time in a while, I’m pretty content. Itching for adventure, but good. Happy almost. I stumbled across this photo this morning and the subsequent glow of happy has kept me cheerful all day. I don’t imagine it will last, I have a commute through Bracknell to look forward to after all.