So I’m just back from dropping the always gorgeous Nai (a.k.a Mlle Wilson in the confines of this blog) off at the train station. She gave me a call earlier this week and decided a visit was long overdue, so I was delighted when she swept into town at teatime yesterday.
We had a right girly catch up. We listened to music – Nai has some of the coolest taste in music I know, but what I adore about her is her true love for what I can only call guilty pleasure music (a love which I share). Cue much busting out of Whitney, Bon Jovi, Huey Lewis…. I love my cool and hip stuff, but there’s a seam of cheese somewhere in my soul that just loves these tunes…. We ate snacks and drank wine and quoted Dylan Moran and Mean Girls and song lyrics. We talked about fashion and shopping and clothes and boys, boys, boys. We went for a truly bad meal (worst fish and chips I’ve had this century. Gruuuugk.), then came home and drank peppermint tea. Then we sat in our PJs all this morning and chatted some more, then went shopping (not in our pyjamas). It was ace.
Apart from that, it’s kind of been housewife central around here. My flat is genuinely tidy (it’s quite unnerving, really). All my thank you notes are sent. My cupboards are stocked. When I open my wardrobe, there are loads of clean, laundered, ironed clothes. The spring clean has been well and truly done. I’ve also been reading a fair bit (trying to make a dent in the reading list) and re-embracing the gym (trying to make a dent in myself).
As for the weather, it is actually gorgeous here, again. My little village does spring very well – our drive is bordered on either side with oodles of daffodils and buttercups, there are bunnies bouncing in the paddock, and to my eternal glee there were two ducks waddling down the path yesterday evening. I love ducks. The days are sunny and there’s only the slightest breeze in the air (meaning I’m embracing the strange world of not requiring a coat and some gloves and a scarf and a hat and an umbrella every time I leave the house), and the birds are all singing and chirping, and full of the proverbial joys of spring. The nights are reminding us that we’re not quite clear of winter yet, though, with temps heading down to the freezing mark. I’m quite happy to pile on an extra blanket though, if the days are so bonny.
Back to the gym for me now (woo, aerobics!) and then a funfilled weekend ahead – Morecambe tomorrow with the gorgeous Tigger (we are staying in a hotel! I LOVE hotels (my family are camping folk. Hotels are a strange and exotic phenomena for me!)), then househunting on Saturday (not for me!) and going through to Liverpool for dinner with the gorgeousness that is Amanda and Sheli (and maybe other folk? I’m hazy on the details, but very excited!), then a late night drive home before going to London to be part of our Joinee Marathon Cheer Squad (big shout out to Steve – you go, boy!). Huzzah!
Then on Monday I have to get ready for the start of the summer term…
Hope you all have a lovely weekend!