I Love Weekends

Who's crazy idea was it that weekends would only last 2 days and that weeks would be 5?

If we could all go back to the diary drawing board, wouldn;t it just make SO much more sense to balance it out a bit better?

Oh yes, and I know I already do (3.5 days on, 3.5 days off) – but somehow this still never seems enough time to ram in everything I want to do!

Anyway – was a fab weekend. Hawksey survived the sail to Alderney (3 of the 5 boys vomming for Britain on some unseasonably rough seas.. and a gutful of Jamesons), and has now pitched up in north France, heading for some tummy-settling Fruits de Mer… mmmm, oysters and whelks on a dodgy tum, in a boat.. and he wonders why I'm so happy for him to do his big boys sailing trip each year without me..

Had a cracking meal out Friday at the Forge in Garrick Street – am becoming an evangelist of Top Table special offers, such brilliant deals to be had! Also had a great dinner with Mikey & Madge at Entree in Clapham – well worth a visit if you fancy somewhere new. And if you pay less for the scran then there's all the more cash left for some indecently overpriced cocktails.

Interim note: A friend told me the other day she was worried that I might be an alky as apparently all my blog posts make reference to cocktails. Can't get enough of 'em I say, when can you ever have too many magical triangle glasses lined up on a table??

Then pootled down to the cottage via Brighton – nailed 2 pairs of linen trousers, bonus – and a mini mountain of sushi for lunch, to offset the vast lamby supper that then ensued. God lamb is good. All washed down with fresh carrots, broad beans and new pots from their garden – we were the Good Life personified, with slightly less 1970s wallpaper and no Margo Leadbetter next door. If this is middle age then I'm swooshing into it like a potbellied pig into shit.

And finally a comedy last night at Regents Park – why, in an audience of 700 people, did we manage to sit right behind the Irish nobhead who had to rush up and hug the comedian on stage? And who then sat with his coat over his head as security tried to persuade him to leave, thinking he therefore couldn't be seen or heard?? Not exactly a Harry Potter Invisibility Cloak, numbskull. Hey ho – at least the paddy performing was funny and somehow managed not to fall into Macbeth's large pit on stage. Although actually that could have been even funnier…

Anyway – loving the summer, long long long may it last. And summer nights too – supper this week with Liz T, Rachel McD and Hatcheroony, so what could be better?

Note to self: Is this why the weight loss still continues to elude me?? Worth every calorie, I say….

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