With everyone in my family out of the country on holiday, and everyone else I know in London, I appear to be the only person not on holiday. It’s even a bank holiday weekend, and still, I appear not be on holiday.
That said, I managed to catch a couple of schnifty pints with Liam and Raj on Friday and am fully intending on a visit to The Smoke next weekend to run into Devito/Swan/Sean etc, so it’s not all misery. Add to that the great weather, my upkeep of early morning daily fitness for over a week and the fact the cupboards are stocked to the hilt with olives, pesto and smoothies – I’m actually quite enjoying this slither of summer.
Deako and I have been in talks about a photography trip to the lakes in the coming weeks which will be the first real walking I’ve done since finishing school but I’m really looking forward to it. With flights to New York from as cheap as they are, I was really tempted by a trip across the pond, but I think that will have to wait – there are a number of other and more essential purchases that need to be completed first.
I’ve also gone and pre-ordered the new Foo Fighters album; after hearing the first track, The Pretender, I’ve got all over excited. Can’t wait.
Why is it that I can’t find anywhere that sells sunglasses that fit my face or doesn’t provide some obstacle to purchase like a gaint cardboard label cable tied to the frames? Probably the most difficult purchase I make every six months (my sunnies invariably get sat on/trod on/dropped/bag-crushed), I have yet to find an easy way of replacing the last pair. After walking into every shop in Merry Hell on Saturday, I couldn’t find anything suitable. My frustration mounts.