Managed to survive a whole day out in town yesterday – while the company was lovely (Lyds & Fitz), my body was being particularly grumpy and just getting to the Natural History Museum to meet Lyds was a feat in itself. They might think shutting the front gates is clever idea, but when I am then left inching my way from street sign, to bench to jutting out bits that I can rest my bum on for 30 seconds as I tried to find the side entrance and Lyds, it wasn't quite the smooth start I could have done with.
But did thoroughly enjoy the Wildlife Photographer of the Year pictures – this is about the size of exhibition that I like, and there were some truly stonking photos. Add in lots of laughs with the girls (most notably when we sat in the sun for lunch – then a howling wind started – then it got really cold – and we'd ordered salad – and they didn't serve bloody chips = then the salad started blowing away – while we had some strange man doing street dance in an outfit of loo rolls and black masking tape – well, what's not to like?
(Apparently taking photos where only your eyes show is very good for not showing how many extra chins you have – sadly my giant cheeks suddenly decided to get in on the action here….)
This was some sort of escalator to the bowels hell – looked much more impressive in the flesh… And now the Scotty cheeks and chins have been joined by the many necks… Dear God.
For the afternoon, we decided to abandon Plan A of going on a boat trip in favour of holing up in Wimbledon Odeon with tea, ice cream, popcorn, doughnuts, Diet Coke, Pic N Mix and probably 3 sugar-driven holes in our colons by the end of it – and watched Zootropolis. Well, the other 2 watched it, I obviously hunkered down in the warmth like an oversized dormouse and slept through the majority, lovely.
Then back to mine to be joined by Hatch and to scoff an inordinate amount of bacon and leek pasta and an apricot pud. Just love the way Lyds says 'no thanks – I'll have some later' to the offer of the salad bowl – and then of course later never comes. Loving the strategy Flyd.
Funnily enough, after all that excitement I slept very well last night – well, apart from the inevitable pee trips – I swear my bladder is in this with the consultants, conjuring ways to make my life even less comfortable, the little sucker – but a half decent kip it was.
Fingers crossed for Fitz that the interview she had before we met yesterday (The Anthony Nolan Trust, wouldn't that be great??) comes good – go the Fitzer.
Happy Wednesday folks x