Through Gabby I've been lucky enough to meet a wonderful bunch of Spanish-speaking friends. This Friday we headed for Mexican food and margaritas at The Grill House and The Vic to celebrate Cristina's birthday and talked girl-crushes, recent erotic publications, and the merits of metrosexual haircuts.
After a very long two weeks of presentations, essays, interviews and 12 hour work shifts, the pressure is finally off a bit. We celebrated with drinks for my awesome friend Sazzle's 21st birthday... perhaps too many drinks, as the above note to myself shows what happens when you come up with an "amazing idea for a poem" when drunk.
Before heading back up to the Bubble I managed to get to my Gran's for our family Sunday dinner on Easter. It was so good to see everyone (especially my cousin's baby Maddy who's gotten so big!) As per, the ladies did the washing up while the men watched the football after dinner. Oddly enough I don't mind this at my Gran's and actually love the old-fashioned-ness of it. At 5 o'clock we sat down to tea and Gran gave me some holy water from mass: only at the Blair's.
I don't know why we keep the Blessed Charles and St Francis of Assisi in the fridge, but we do. I don't know what the rationale is that places The Two Ronnies between Dickens and The Moonstone. I love how Gran leaves us bizarre notes in random places (like the dishwasher..) I love coming home and being reminded of all the quirks that a house builds up when it's been lived in for so long.
1. The first Pimms of the year, drunk in the Blue Blazer
2. Wine and espresso on sunny George Street
3. The Dean Gallery
5. All Bar One for Rahul's birthday
7. Scottish sunbathing
8. Sunday walks
