gonna jump the walls and run

In light of Halloween, we decided to pay Hampstead Cemetery a visit in the dark. We took cups of tea and walked through the night only to discover that the gates were locked. Alas, we used our secret agent skills to sneak our way in.. not so secretly really. There were people strolling by and cars rolling past but we could not have cared less. We were only concerned with tea and tomb stones. I may have stepped over a body or two buried deep below but I apologised to any souls that may have been offended and am crossing my fingers they don't come back to haunt me while I slumber tonight.

i love being a wardrobe

When the moon was bright and spirits were high Sophie, Celine, Claire and I ambled down to the Finchley Road flat in our every (other) day attire. Giggles filled the night as we walked. We were quite a sight! Sophie with her Peter pan hat that she hand crafted using a plastic bag and brown electrical tape; Claire with her braided maine and bright pink paper unicorn horn; Celine as a wardrobe and me with a crafty cardboard feather in my hair. As we made our way home laughter rang about again as Celine exclaimed, "I love being a wardrobe!"

leaving on a jet plane

A kind soul booked me a ticket home today, and one for him too. We will be leaving from Copenhagen one day and arriving in Sydney on another.
I am indeed sad to soon be bidding a fond farewell to London Town but I am so very excited to be going home. I miss faces and spaces and blueberry bagels.

p.s. That one day is in February.

i'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark

On my days off I like to sleep in, to be the hermit that I am and to do things that would give me dimples if I had them. Today I left the house to amble over the hill to Hampstead Heath. I walked slowly as my hair danced about my shoulders and my nose grew cold from the autumn winds. I stood in familiar places and thought of a familiar face and smiled at a couple walking hand in hand...

don't look down

The moon was just farewelling the sky when I left the house for work this morning. It was cold and I was tired. My happy face faded as the hours passed. I found myself in a fluster, and hid in the kitchen with Josh the chef, twice maybe thrice and took deep breaths and tried not to cry. I left the cafe, eleven hours after I had arrived, tired and weary. If it weren't for the fennel tea in the mug that my beloved brother sent me I don't think I would have made it to bedtime without tears. Thank you dear fennel and thank you Elijah and thank you Iron & Wine for blessing me with humble tunes to put me to rest for the day. 

sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep

Last night I fell asleep beneath these lights to tunes both foreign and familiar. He used up all of his vocalisers sending the sounds my way. Bless his soul and his cotton socks. 

i ain't never had nobody like you

I'm not quite sure what kind of trouble I'm getting myself in by sharing this snapshot with y'all folks but it's a risk I am willing to take. This picture made my day, maybe it will make yours too.

Also too, apparently my boss was complimenting me at work today. I hear he's rather impressed at how great I'm doing. Winner, Winner! I was so excited. My level of excitement increased when he told me he's going to let me organise open mic nights at our cafe and pay me for doing so. Chicken Dinner!

p.s.

I love my job. Who'da thunk it?
My boss has a Scottish accent and calls me Lady face and/or Buddy. My managers and co-workers are just as great, we always have a good giggle about clinically insane customers and those that are just plain crazy. I make myself smoothies and get jacked up on juice all day long. It's great, so great.

in another's company

'Not so long ago I started being privately romantic with a very handsome gentleman. He is a quiet type, sharply dressed and full of art and wine and stimulating discussion and no you may not have a 'turn' as I have already called dibs. We were enjoying the flush of courtship - the coy smiles, the shared secrets, the unfolding of hearts. He would visit my house, we would drink cups of tea and play records and make out with the enthusiasm of giggling teenagers.' 

I thank lovely lady Marieke Hardy for such words. I smiled when I read them and couldn't help but share them. Last night he and I slept in a teepee that he made in the Parsifal living room. It was perhaps the cosiest nights sleep I've ever had. We also wore matching stripes, feel free to barf. We're quite aware of our pathetic nature and quite frankly couldn't care less that we make you all sick.