Right park, wrong dress

The Boatrace. Oxford vs Cambridge. The most famous rowing event in the world I think. I couldn't believe how busy Putney was, but as I was well early, I found a spot in the park by the river, right at the start. Zoe joined me half an hour later, and after freezing our *** off for another hour, the race started. And so did ours, as we raced to her mates Dave's place to watch the rest of the race. Glass of vino, two way too handsome brothers, and a whole bunch of Oxfordians, including another dutchy. Oxford won. Big time. We just chilled and chatted in the old fashioned living room of Dave's parents, in the beautiful little house in Putney. This was after a chilled and chatty 40th of an Australian mate yesterday and a chilled and chatty night in on Friday with Heather and Julia. I guess I can say I had a chilled and chatty weekend. The lowlight? The effect DST has in my body: it was nowhere near ready for the aerobics class at 10.30 this morning. But I went!

Oh, and the last words of the title? The dress below? Wrong dress. Or right dress, if it weren't so hideously expensive. Will take it back next week and use the cash to take my bro to Hakkasan. Money better spent.

Wrong park, right dress

So, there were daffodils. Quite a few of them. Yellow and white. And deckchairs, so I read in the sun for a while. I didn't quite get though why Zoe thought the daffodils in St James Park were so great. Only upon leaving the park, I'd realised I'd gone to Green Park.... To the left of Buckingham Palace, where I should've gone to the right for St James Park. I'd only been there once before, and hadn't noticed. So St James Park's daffodils are still on my to do list.

As Green Park is close to Oxford Street, I decided to pop into Boots and House of Fraser. The Karen Millen dress I'd had my eyes on for weeks was still there, so I tried it on and it fitted like a glove. I must by now own 15 dresses or whatever. Way more than in, say, the previous 20 years of my live all together. Dresses rock.

Still spring

It's still spring. Only I can't enjoy it properly. My new project is at a big investment bank that went bust in September, and working for the administrator means much pressure, long hours, much politics and many deadlines. I managed to get a quick run and a yoga class in but other than that it was a week full of work. But by Friday 4pm I'd met my target for the week. So there was time for me and Zoe to have a cheap and cheerful Italian dinner in South Kensington before heading to the Royal Albert Hall for a classical concert. Really enjoyed it, even got the hang of singing Rule, Brittania and Land of Hope and Glory.

But back to spring. I can see spring out of the window of the 24th floor I work on. I can actually see the whole of London and the next counties on a clear day. Which when the sky is blue looks very springy. Zoe mentioned the thousands of daffodils in St James Park, so I might get my camera and do a London-in-spring arvo tomorrow. Today I just rest. My head was spinning last night and it won't have been the one glass of red. Will go for a run, do a bit of work that needs done by Monday morning and will watch all three ruggers matches, hoping for Ireland to win its well deserved grand slam. And that's all. Balcony doors are opened to give me the smell of spring without leaving my couch. Sun and longer days, the best thing in the world.

Sas is diggin' the spring

A house full of daffodils, blue sky, balcony door open, run along the Thames and shopping in leggings, t-shirt and flip flops (the latter I also wore on X-mas eve but I got fewer weird looks this time). It's spring and I'm loving it.

Now if only England could beat France in Twickenham in the next hour and a half, then life would be even better. Not that I have stopped being an ABE supporter. But I dislike the frogs even more and an England win would be good for Ireland. Ah, Six Nations, gotta love it!

Spring? I am ready!

A lovely day in East London

Just what the doctor ordered. After a hellish work week, today was all about relaxation. Work friend Julia, her friend from Sing, and I spent the whole day doing fun things. A guided tour from Canary Wharf to Limehouse. Eating perfect roast duck at Four Seasons in Bayswater, followed by coffee at Monmouth at Borough Market. Great company, great weather, a great day.

Beetje druk

Work, eat sleep. Work, eat sleep. Work, eat, sleep. Two weeks straight. Trying to stay clear from having to work this weekend. Man, I would so resign if my life was always like this. The upside? Working with a lovely actuary and learning absolute loads. But I'd be happy to get my life back. Sooner rather than later.