Moving madness

Well moving weekend. Why do we move? It's hell! Suddenly realised I've
too much stuff and rather than work yesterday should have taken it off
to pack.
But no.... Leave it to the absolute last minute so I can ensure
maximum stress levels.
Muppet!
And kept up by soon to be ex flatmate having boyfriend over... Again.
So I am clinging to the thought of my own place where I don't need to
queue for the toilet doing that dance when you are truly desperate.
It's the small things!

Hyde park in the sun

Sitting here and the sun is shining. Hyde Park on a saturday perfect
place to laze about reading a newspaper drinking coffee and people
watching.
Who wouldn't live London on a day like this?

Busy busy week

Well this has been a busy busy busy week! I'm currently taking a break
from work at 11.30pm on a Friday night and waiting for Gary to text me
to say he's up and I can call.
I'm also listening to a-ha greatest hits including their new single
which is surprisingly good and the perfect soothing background music
for Friday night working.
So what else is new??
Well went to the proms again this week with Emma, Shalea, Mandy and
Dan. Amazing venue: at Albert Hall and amazing music. We did the cheap
seats in the gallery for £5 each and took a picnic and sprawled out on
the floor. Perfect night until we got outside and it was raining.
Thankfully not that cold just wet!
We then all letup with Emmas friend Nick and went to the imperial
college union bar: very posh for student digs!! But a great G&T to
finish off a terribly English night.
Of course then I get home and can't sleep. At all. Not a wink. Finally
hit 4.30am and gave up accepted my fate and read my book. And sods law
I doze off just before the alarm goes off so I press snooze (bad move)
and fall into a deep sleep until Gary text me and scares the living
daylights out of me. Certainly woke me up.
Unfortunately to the mad panic of how to get to work for a meeting
that started in 10mins. Impossible: but interesting how the mind still
thinks it may me possible!!
So now I'm exhausted and waiting patiently for my ex hubby to hurry up
and let me know I can call. Ho hum waiting waiting waiting.....

Salsa night

Well for those who read my first blog you'll know that I have my salsa
class on Tuesday nights.
As usual it was the perfect way to end any day. The music is great.
The people are great. All round good fun.
Bonus my Aussie friend Elaina is finally back from home. All the usual
suspects where there including this little group of Spanish guys who
really know the moves.
Unfortunately had to leave before the freestyle section as I've work
to do. Ah well have to pay for my salsa classes somehow! Truthfully
though I do love my job. So it's not that hard work!

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My first post! No idea who will be reading this: I wouldn't if I wasn't writing it.
Well I'm now in Pimlico in my little room trying to get my head around blogging. I'm new to this, so it may be pretty crap.
uniquely, I'm an Australian in London (that is typed with heavy sarcasm). So while I like to think of myself as interesting I'm not really. I live with another Australian (you see my point) and a French girl. Both lawyers. Both nice, both tidy. Which is all you really need in a housemate.
My 'flat' or apartment, is one of those fab London townhouse looking places with the big windows, little terraces you climb through a window to get to and a 'mews' area out the back.
So there you go. exciting post huh?
OK I'll try to spice it up. Went to an international picnic yesterday. Meeting of couchsurfers. For those who are going 'huh?': don't worry you're not alone. I didn't know what it was either. Which did lead to ridicule but how was I to know?? So anyway it is a means of getting accommodation for free - you could say sophisticated sponging. But that would imply they are all tight nasty people, which they aren't. They just seem to have found a means to a cheap end. (and in some cases I'm guessing you could take that literally).
So it works like this: get on the website, post a profile, look for a person offering their 'couch' (insert I guess anything from floor to spare bed, to sharing bed, to couch...) and hey presto, you get a place to crash in a new country of your choice for around 2 weeks. That seems the polite allowable length of time to stay - 2 weeks. I think anything over that is considered a bit presumptuous.
So there I was in Hyde Park, miracuously in amazingly hot sunshine (yes it does get sunny in England) with lots of people from all over the place. And in the midst who did I meet? Another girl from Adelaide. A girl who had the same hair cut and everyone seemed to think looked like me as well. I did explain that that would be because all Adelaide girls look the same and we are given the same hair cut before being allowed out into the world but no one believed me. Guess even for Adelaide that seemed a little far fetched.
I'm now hoping for another sunny weekend. Another relaxing sunny weekend so I can do some planting in the terrace pots here. (yes I'm last of the rock chicks).
Meantime, tomorrow night is salsa. Finally, finally after all these years of wanting to learn to salsa, I'm learning. So much fun. All men should learn, all women should get the chance to dance with a guy who knows how to salsa properly. that's all I'm going to say on the matter!
till next post
M

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