First, a catch-up. A recap, if you will. Not sure I like the phrase 'catch-up', it's a bit obligationy. Instead, a going-over of events. Nice things.
I got a job at Cancer Research UK. I am an Applications and Awards Officer and I can now pay my rent. Yay.
Harri and I are in our flat. We rock down home to Electric Avenue every day and it is lush (apart from the fish and the minor riots). There are plans afoot to evaluate every pub in the area and rest assured, you will hear about it.
TROTTER RETURNED FROM CAYMAN and the world restored itself to its proper order.
We went to see Salty in his play twice. The first time we sat behind Sheridan Smith (cue looks from along the row to pre-emptively stop me from "embarassing everyone" by talking to her... outrageous) and the second time in front of the great and majestic Stephen Fry. Who was wearing a green velvet jacket and being very genial and lovely. We were all stunned into meekness.
Charles took me to see Much Ado at the Globe (with Chrissy and fizzy pig tails and Ottolenghi cake - Cakespeare darling) which was insane and involved a) Geoffrey from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and b) my new favourite actress, Eve Best.
I have turned 25. Fortunately I am good at denial, so thus far it has been FINE. I had an excellent birthday weekend made up of chambrinis, Dogstar dancing, limbo, curry, ridiculous amounts of punch, rum, jelly, bombay mix and a shot made of peach schnapps and tabasco (the horror). I can't remember much other than being very very happy and having a lot of laughs. I do remember the next day and the little train in Brockwell Park. I have rarely been happier. And I was given the most sexual cake of all time.
I went home to see some enormous teenage kittens and other less important family members. Cake and drama and hilarious family anecdotes (involving teenage shenanigans in caves and the best punchline ever: "...so she pissed on my herb garden").
Had a mini-break to Broxham Barn to celebrate the birth and continued existence of Kdawg and Pippo. Lots of Sunday lunch, walkies in fields, dirty monkeys and merriment.
Good news abounding in the form of Kdawg's imminent lawyership, Pippo and Charles moving to London, Trotter being on the right continent and Harri generally being an excellent roomie. Some bad news but we will not dwell on it for now.
LOOK OUT FOR MORE BRILLIANTNESS FROM ME. COMING SOON.
(Was that ok, Hels, K and Pippa? The blogs are for YOU).
xxx
Listening to: The Wanted, Glad You Came. They make "look like they've all got STIs" (Harriet Johnston) but it's a cracking tune.
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