älskling, vi är oövervinnerliga tillsammans

Oh my days! Things just keep getting better. I arrived home after being at job interviews (which for the record went well) to find two parcels sitting on the bottom step waiting to be claimed by me. One from Australia and one from Sweden. Mumma sent me beautiful things and a blank card that is now on my bedroom wall. My boyfriend sent me a hand crafted postcard, that now also lives on my wall, and a letter written on a typewriter containing beautiful words. The very last line painted a smile on my face that still lingers. Goodness, I'm not sure it will ever leave.

älskling, vi är oövervinnerliga tillsammans. 

i think i'm ready for marriage

The past few days have been spent in Paige's mcmansion being a domestic goddess. The family she nannies for went on vacation so we went wild in their abode. I believe this to be some of the best cooking I/we have ever done, hence the confidence in being ready for marriage.

On Tuesday night we made pasta with the apparatus we found in the kitchen cupboard. The results were a little shady at first but things got better as time went on. Pesto, pine nuts, pumpkin, sun-dried tomatoes and feta successfully disguised our faulty pasta. An intense session of Just Dance on wii was followed by raspberry ice cream, also made by Paige, Celine and myself.

Things got even greater on Wednesday when Paige and I decided we would dedicate our entire day to cooking. We ambled through pages and pages and pages of recipes before making wise choices. This is what became of our day: Wholemeal sun-dried tomato, pumpkin seed and pine nut bread, a grand salad of spinach, pine nuts, pumpkin, peppers, feta and walnuts, and possibly the deadliest cake of all time. Deadly in that A: it took us a total of 7 hours to make, and B: i could eat no more than two bites and even then felt ill. We were rather proud of what we'd achieved, Paige and I. Celine and Pierre were indeed impressed when they came home and their eyes beheld the glory of the cake sitting on the kitchen bench.

This was by far, without a doubt the single most amazing shower I have ever been privileged to use. Celine and I loved it so much in fact that we showered twice a day because yes, it was just THAT enjoyable. 

every day is amazing

After chatting with our good friend Anders, the Norwegian/extreme optimist Celine and I decided that we're going to have amazing days. Anders has never had a bad day in his life, "Every day is amazing" says he.
We started the very next day by eating breakfast on the roof. Cinnamon buns and smoothies. The sun was shining and it was incredibly delightful. Between the morn and the eve I spoke to my Swede and hunted for jobs while Celine scored Vans freebies and brushed shoulders with her kind. When the night came I hopped on a bus to Camden Town for a gig. The lovely Bec Sandridge and I warmed up our vocalisers singing familiar tunes outside the Fiddler's Elbow. Folk songs from one, two, three souls floated about the room for a time. I made a new friend. He looks a little like a blonde Noel Fielding and plays a little like Fionn Regan. I was blown away, far away by his talents.

Amazing day number two involved free tee-shirts, fit skateboarders, a little rain, a little more sunshine and words with my Swede in the wee hours of day three. Celine, Paige and I went along to the Vans International Downtown Showdown. It was wicked. When the moon was high and the freaks were out we made our way back to Shoreditch for the Vans after party. Unfortunately we had some issues getting in but we did make friends with a French skater outside. He was super cool.

Numerous church funnies followed by the baking of berry scones, an afternoon nap and skype dates made today amazing day number three.

This was a big deal for me, because tiny people frighten me just a little. 

Sir Ben Raemus aka quality lush.

breakfast and bicycles and beatles, oh my

On Wednesday morning my Swede and I went to The Breakfast Club, my most favourite place to eat. He wore a pair of my desert boots and I wore the other pair I found in a bag at the bottom of the stairs. I believe they belonged to a previous resident of the Palace. We thought we were a bit groovy, wearing matching shoes and all.

In the afternoon, upon discussing Larissa's day with her we spontaneously decided to cycle down to Abbey Road. I tried my best to capture the joy in my Swede's face as we passed the Abbey Road signs and parked our bicycles against the wall of Abbey Road Studios. He gleefully held a marker in his hand, and wrote a message in Swedish on the wall. These pictures really don't do the happiness any justice, it really was remarkable. It made me feel like one hundred dollars to see him so excited.

gnägg

On Tuesday I took my Swede to meet Aunty Lucy on Fleet Street. We ate delicious things and talked about people and places before she disappeared into an office building and we went wandering through the Hunterian Museum. Feeling somewhat nauseous we then made our way to a near by park and sat amongst afternoon snoozers on the grass until our tummies were settled. *


The hours that followed our arrival back at the palace only added more joy to the day. Giggles filled the kitchen as we made crepes for dinner and learnt Swedish with the one and only Swede himself. And let me tell you, there are few things greater than the sight of Celine flipping crepes in a pirate hat and being told that horses in Sweden say gnägg. 

* The Hunterian Museum is full of dissected animals and body parts and human babies in jars and other such things. Going there right after eating probably wasn't the greatest idea I've ever had.