Casting my mind back over the last week is proving a bit tricky at the moment. My brain feels completely frazzled today after an epic train journey back from London last night which meant I didn’t actually get into bed until nearly 5am (I kid you not). However, as luck would have it, the nice man sitting in the seat next to me was also from Harrogate (I know what are the chances?) so I ended up passing the time with him. Let’s hear it for Andrew, a lovely chap who was just chatty enough (there’s a fine balance), bought me a vodka tonic when it all went really pear-shaped and shared a cab back to Harrogate with me. What else has made me smile this week?
Despite the star-crossed journey back, I had a nice time in London yesterday, attending the Cath Kidston SS15 press show. As you can see from the pic above, the theme was A breath of fresh air and it really was – more photos to follow soon. I also met up with a good bloggy buddy, Fritha from Tigerlilly Quinn, who I’ve been following online for years but never actually met in person.
I also managed to meet up with an old friend for lunch that day too; one of my journalism contacts who I hadn’t seen for over ten years (eep) but it was just like old times (though now we’re world weary parents) and it was nice to chat about old days and new.
A charity shop score of pretty momentous proportions. Those of you follow me on Facebook might have spied the thrifting bat signal I sent up asking for urgent advice on whether I should buy an amazing faux fur jacket as I stood in the shop trying it on (think Margot Tenenbaum style). My call was answered with a resounding ‘yes’ so I did and I can’t wait to wear it with black jeans for a cold night on the tiles.
Walking through the park on a crisp autumn morning with Bea in her pushchair and waving to an elderly man looking out of his window who returned me the loveliest smile. Cue brief Amelie-style moment of serenity.
Sitting in the window seat of Le Pain Quotidien on Marylebone High Street, killing time before my train was due, watching the world go by and the Christmas lights twinkle, while savouring the best chocolate brownie I’ve had in ages.
Collapsing into my own bed this morning. I will always, always be grateful for the roof over my head, my warm soft bed, the arms that embrace me and the proverbial green, green grass of home.
Until next week folks xx