The last supper is finished.
The last drink drunk, the last bite eaten, the last discussion discussed.
I’m heading home to gather my clothes for the weekend, to find my passport and to head south like a migrating starling (I can’t think of another bird)
I have officially left the building.
A miracle happened today, I left the office without a coat.
I did not freeze, I did not shiver, in fact it was quite warm.
A sunny day. Blue skies and while not exactly balmy, a hint of Spring.
The little dog seems to be enjoying life in France.
We took her to the beach at the weekend and showed her the sea for the first time. And she attended her first picnic. Agnes is becoming a nice dog, very accomodating as she just likes being part of the fun.
This week I returned from a nice weekend in France with a whopping head cold.
I’ve been very well since Christmas as I’ve been downing multi vitamins and supplements which have kept me fighting fit but inevitably, too many late nights and meetings took their toll and I was out for the count on Monday and Tuesday.
I took to my bed and even had an afternoon nap. Unheard of for me.
Having had a surprisingly fun last evening, I made it home before 11pm.
I slept well apart from the upstairs neighbors and baby leaving at 4:45am and so was up and ready to go bright and early.
There’s nothing like a quick jaunt to the south of France after a busy week and this is not the weekend to detox!
Having booked a very last minute table for ten people, a challenge in London on a Thursday or any evening, I’m waiting for the last supper.
I’m downstairs at the Curzon having a cup of tea and have surreptitiously taken off my boots under the table in order to relax.
I’m very tired and could go home for a nice quiet evening but in an hour or so, I shall regroup and hopefully find my second (or third or fourth) wind.
The Last Supper
What a week so far!
I left the house at 7:45am this morning and at 11pm am still sitting on the tube heading home.
I thought tonight was a free night but hosting guests became a necessity and I spent another evening out with colleagues.
This follows this morning’s breakfast meeting, last night’s dinner, Monday night’s dinner and Sunday’s afternoon tea… In between that we’ve sat through multiple meetings and presentations and all has gone well.
It’s the last day tomorrow and then I’m off to France for the weekend!
We have now embarked on outside beautification starting with a new front door, wooden bin shed, rather large pebbles (hello Queens Park beach) and this week a new Victorian black and white checkerboard pattern tiled path for the front entrance.
Frankly I’d rather spend the money at the back but there’s this thing called kerb appeal which apparently sells houses and a rusty bike chained to a rusty fence isn’t going to cut it apparently.
Luckily the tiler is also a plumber so he was persuaded to look at the kitchen sink and so things progress again…
We had some challenges installing the kitchen including the under worktop kitchen sink.
The builder who installed the kitchen hadn’t aligned the sink evenly and we weren’t happy. He then tried to remove it by cutting through the glue with a kitchen knife. Surprisingly that didn’t work so we decided to live with it. Reluctantly.
Seven months later it would appear the kitchen knife had in fact done the job as three sides of the sink came away from worktop and the very heavy ceramic sink was held up by one thin line of glue and the plumbing.
Luckily I saw it and managed to prop it up on bricks while I hastily cut some lengths of 4×2 (or wood as I call it) to stick under the sink to hold it up.
Luckily we have a tiler/plumber coming tomorrow to start work on the front path so hopefully he can sort it out.
Luckily the sink didn’t fall off completely , rip the plumbing out and flood us knee deep in water.
This time last year Letad went to France and the towel rail blew its top resulting in no water or heating for me.
That was fun too!
Apparently all went well apart from a large poo in Starbucks and a slightly more runny poo in a chocolate shop. I’m not sure what was being eaten but obviously something was a bit dubious.
By mid afternoon Letad and Agnes had arrived and were making themselves at home. The little welsh terrier had arrived at the Little House above the Boulangerie. Bonjour et bienvenue Agnés.
All was well. Now I just need to survive the conference as I’ve booked a flight to go over next weekend.
Looking forward to next Friday!