Monday, 28 March 2011

Pebbles and sand

A weekend of beaches. Pebbles and scampi and gulls and rollmops (for some, not for me) in Hastings on Saturday. Low tide, sand ripples, a happy galloping wolf hound, paw/claw/foot prints and half buried scallop shells on Camber on Sunday. A happy time with lovely visitors from London. (BTW, you'll see that I've been testing B's hipstamatic app - mainly because I kept forgetting my camera at the weekend)

It's currently forecast to rain in the Moroccan desert on my birthday. Effing April Fool's Day. It better stop at midday or the joke's on them.

Thursday, 24 March 2011

In search of a ballet shoe...

This evening I left work when it was still light (this Spring thing really is happening now) and went to Oxford Street in search of a ballet shoe. When a shop which only sells ballet shoes didn't have anything, I probably should have given up but instead I trogged round 3 departments stores, trying on increasingly unballet shoeish confections and then ended up at 8:55 in Selfridges buying:
  • a book about Scandinavian design (I have actually wanted it for a while and it was cheap, at least in comparison to the Prada wonders that I had on my tootsies for a bit too long to be an entirely idle flirtation);
  • a pot of basmati rice, lentils and prawns for supper (random but delicious); and
  • a very pretty blue ceramic pot containing posh french lemon yoghurt (also scrumptious). 
Oh yes and some beige nail varnish. Of course. There wasn't much opportunity to take photos so I leave you with a sky kiss instead. They are my absolutely favourite thing.

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Maroc in ten

Ten days til Birthday Maroc... eeeeek. I'm developing a chronic case of Accuweather long-range forecast checking disorder and dreaming about poulet aux citrons tagine at Chez Chegrouni and a new basket and a Beni Ouraine carpet and almond pastries and mint tea and storytelling gaggles at dusk and date palms and taking a photo of a kitten in an antique bowl to the owner of a now grown-up-cat and, and, and ...

Sunday, 20 March 2011

By the light of the moon, the moon ...

A perfectly clear Friday night after rain; a traffic jam on the Westway; a delicious fish pie and peas with friends; two new vintage deckchairs for a tenner; tea on the West Hill in the beautiful spring sun; a sneaky bag of scampi shared with my lovely Uncle John; reciting the Owl & the Pussy Cat with dear Eileen; smoked prawns for dinner (how could I have lived for 30 years and not eaten these before?) with bubbles from Baby Cham saucers and Edwardian photo album hopping with Mum. And much of this beneath the light of the supermoon. Come back soon our lunar friend, things are nice when you're that little bit closer!

Friday, 18 March 2011

Sunny front

It was a drizzly old day today in London. Mag and I worked from home with the heating on and a lily of the valley candle burning. 

And then the happy, sunny front appeared from the West just in time for sunset - please let it follow us down to the seeeeeeeeea for the weekend...

Thursday, 17 March 2011

Cherry Blossom

The cherry blossom is out in the garden. I'm thinking about Japan, hoping that the snow stops and concentrating on the closing words of a message sent by a friend's colleague in Tokyo yesterday: Japan will be back.

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Find a penny...

So, since childhood my mother has always encouraged me to pick up pennies whenever I spot them - glistening - on the pavement. Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck. Give your penny to a friend and your luck will never end. So it goes.

So, I've decided to see what happens if I pick up every penny I see on the street this year and pop it in a jar. At the end of the year, I'll pick a charity and give them the lot. It could be £1.50... but let's hope I've got my glasses on as I tootle along and that I find a little bit more.

If you know a particularly good charity, please do let me know.  Who knows, I could stumble upon a little fortune*.

*(I should clarify that if I did stumble upon a little fortune, I would (obviously) tell a copper - I had a bag stolen last year and I fantisize about someone finding some of its precious contents on a street and reporting it to a policeman who would instinctively know that the bulging green notebook was mine and return it to me.)

Here's my jar.  Here's the 9p I found today. See? We could really be on to something here...

UPDATE - 16.03.12: THE RESULT!

Monday, 14 March 2011

Tub fever

Having scurried back to good old Shepherd's Bush following the foray to Kensal Rise, we are now determined to make our flat as nice as possible. Either so that we can live in it for another few years or so that some lucky person will buy it for maximum cash and we can buy something even lovelier (or at least bigger!).

First stop on the hit list: the BATHROOM. 

I've actually hated the tiles ever since we moved in seven years ago. The estate agent described them as a wonderful green mosaic. I wouldn't. 

We visited our lovely friend Dan at his emporium of all things tile and lo - we have purchased white metro tiles for the walls and unglazed hexagonals for the floor. There will be much pale grey grout a la NY.

Next step, the bath. How I wish I had a massive bathroom and 5 squillion pounds at my disposal. I would install one of these Water Monopoly beauties and me and Mag would spend our days soaking in perfumed bliss...

Jennings bathParis bath without feet

Having purchased 2 lottery tickets and failed to get even one number (what are the odds?), we shall settle for something a little more high street. Unless I can find one of these babies on a reclamation site...


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