Incredible
Bottles of wine = 2
Boyfriends still in love with = 1
Calories = like a woman's age, you should never ask
As Bridget Jones would say, a very good weekend.
On Friday I met up with Jenny in a pub off Oxford St for a pre-posh drinks drink. The Christmas lights this year are about five sets of giant spotlights which light up the clouds above London. We can actually see them from the flat and I didn't know what they were before.
We went on to Hush for a couple of bottles of red. It was great to see her again after her six-week trip round SE Asia. I even enjoyed looking at her photos!
We looked fabulous draped over the plush sofas while waitresses wearing black poured our wine and took orders for nibbles.
I think Terence Stamp was there, sitting alone in a black pinstrip suit, supping cocktails. He just looked around the room, not smiling, not aggressive - more like a man who literally had nothing else to do on a Friday night. It may not have been TS, but it did look like him.
Saturday, the Other Half and I went to Surrey Quays to meet the Greenpeacers to take the Oceans campaign to the great mass of chavs who shop there. But, what is this? Surely they couldn't be so disorganised that noone turned up?
We waited an hour-and-a-half, walking between the two tube stops via the shops but there was noone to be seen. Our group is a shower of lame-arses.
The Other Half was forced to go to Watford for the footie and I was forced to go to Bond Street and look at shoes for my wedding. At the moment everything is all wintery, so I will just have to go back again in January to look at the spring/summer collections!
And then on to meet Penny and baby Samuel. He is the model child. We went for coffee and he just sat on Penny's lap looking round the room. It must have been fascinating to his five-month-old eyes! The he ate and slept. Perfect.
In the evening, I met TOH again and we went to see The Incredibles. It is brilliant, not really a kid's film at all. A sort of King Of The Hill meets James Bond with superpowers. Highly recommended.
On Sunday morning I managed to get TOH on a bicycle. This is a moment for greater celebration than it sounds - he hasn't ridden a bike since he was eight!
After a wobbly start, he soon found his cycling legs and was whizzing about.
In the evening, I met Jenny again and went to see Bridget Jones. It really is quite shit but perfect for an easy Sunday night mong.
Boyfriends still in love with = 1
Calories = like a woman's age, you should never ask
As Bridget Jones would say, a very good weekend.
On Friday I met up with Jenny in a pub off Oxford St for a pre-posh drinks drink. The Christmas lights this year are about five sets of giant spotlights which light up the clouds above London. We can actually see them from the flat and I didn't know what they were before.
We went on to Hush for a couple of bottles of red. It was great to see her again after her six-week trip round SE Asia. I even enjoyed looking at her photos!
We looked fabulous draped over the plush sofas while waitresses wearing black poured our wine and took orders for nibbles.
I think Terence Stamp was there, sitting alone in a black pinstrip suit, supping cocktails. He just looked around the room, not smiling, not aggressive - more like a man who literally had nothing else to do on a Friday night. It may not have been TS, but it did look like him.
Saturday, the Other Half and I went to Surrey Quays to meet the Greenpeacers to take the Oceans campaign to the great mass of chavs who shop there. But, what is this? Surely they couldn't be so disorganised that noone turned up?
We waited an hour-and-a-half, walking between the two tube stops via the shops but there was noone to be seen. Our group is a shower of lame-arses.
The Other Half was forced to go to Watford for the footie and I was forced to go to Bond Street and look at shoes for my wedding. At the moment everything is all wintery, so I will just have to go back again in January to look at the spring/summer collections!
And then on to meet Penny and baby Samuel. He is the model child. We went for coffee and he just sat on Penny's lap looking round the room. It must have been fascinating to his five-month-old eyes! The he ate and slept. Perfect.
In the evening, I met TOH again and we went to see The Incredibles. It is brilliant, not really a kid's film at all. A sort of King Of The Hill meets James Bond with superpowers. Highly recommended.
On Sunday morning I managed to get TOH on a bicycle. This is a moment for greater celebration than it sounds - he hasn't ridden a bike since he was eight!
After a wobbly start, he soon found his cycling legs and was whizzing about.
In the evening, I met Jenny again and went to see Bridget Jones. It really is quite shit but perfect for an easy Sunday night mong.
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