So the weekend wasn’t half bad. Though it is the weekend, and therefore, by default, 100 times better than a weekday anyway. But you already knew that.

Friday night was spent relaxing – had a few drinks at the pub, got some takeaway, watched some dvds. Not much new there.

What *was* new, was that Saturday morning, I awoke at the not-seen-in-many-a-Saturday hour of 7:30, because I was boiling in my own juices. The reason I was so hot was the *sun* streeaming through my window. Yes, you read correctly – sun. The appearance of the massive ball of fire that everyone else takes for granted in the sky has become a gigantic celebratory occassion over on this little island. I, the eternally frozen ice queen, wore a short-sleeved shirt and sandals. That should tell you something about how warm it was.

Anyway, met up with Kim for a bit of browsing and coffee over in Clapham Junction. I bought a cute orange bag and some bagels. Looked at tiny baby shoes, then decided it was a little early to be buying a fetus footwear. It probably doesn’t even have feet yet. Prolly flippers and a tail still.

Anyway, over coffee, we discussed my current state of dissatisfaction, and came to conclusion that it’s due to the fact that I want to be living about 5 different lives, all at the same time. And I’m impatient. THese are not exactly psychological breakthroughs (for me, or anyone who’s had even the briefest of interactions with me) but it felt good to talk about, all the same. To recap: Jen is supremely impatient, and Jen is more than a little bit schizzy. Don’t fall over from the shock.

Anyway, went home with my lovely new bag, and then J and I went out on a proper date, which we haven’t done in a little while. Drinks, dinner, *and* a movie. We saw “million dollar baby”. Which, I have to admit, I was more than a little disappointed in. Perhaps it was because I’d already accidentally heard about the surprise plot twist. But the movie felt manipulative, and incoherent, and the ending rushed and dissatisfying. That’s just my particular take on it, but i walked out feeling a bit emotionally cheated.

Sunday was the spring clean. I mean *the* spring clean. Scouring, scrubbing, hoovering, moving, and a massive shop. I then spent the next few hours sneezing my brains out. I swear I saw grey matter. I am, pedestrianly enough, allergic to dust. My eyes itch and water, my sinuses swell. And I sneeze – a lot. It’s not fun. And how this particular flat accumulates such thick layers of dust, I have no idea. I swear to god, it looks like the ashfall from Mt. st. helens in here. However, everything is now clean and tidy and calming. there are scented candles lit and gleaming surfaces. But golly, I am tired. It’s nice relaxing in a clean house.

At least until tomorrow.

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