as has become my new weekend tradition, this past saturday i headed off to borough market nice and early (after another horrid flat viewing) to meet the girls in the line at monmouth. after the always-well-worth-it wait in the line for the always-goes-down-far-too-easy coffee, we took a quick stroll through the already-packed markets, eyes only for the mushroom pate and the fresh-to-the-point-of-somehwat-mouldy berries. oh, and the booze. always the booze! we chatted (and took sooooooooooooo ooooo oooo many pictures) as we wandered the hot food choices, torn between the many, many options, and ending up losing each other in the midst of the decision making. lunch eaten, we parted ways so nicola and i could head off on our afternoon adventure; east london bound, to the baking show on at the excel centre....
which actually turned out to be a bit off a wash out. more on that another day though. after the event we wandered back towards greenwich, and instead of taking the sensible and safe and more... underground option, we foolishly chose to go across the water, a zillion metres in the sky, on the emirates cable car of horror. it was... terrifying. i do not recommend anyone taking that option if they are even the slightest bit afraid of heights. or, death.when we eventually got back to nicola's flat - emergency nerve-calming wine in hand, we were quick to open and devour our own body weight in pate and home-made bread before grabbing our glasses of wine and heading out to a measley patch of grass in her car park for a spot of diy. nicola's in the midst of girl-i-fying her flat that her and her wee daughter share, and i was there to help by way of painting some new ikea furniture. it was amidst the painting we realised we had some company; not only the were all of the street brats from around the dulwich area keen to help us 'spray paint the cars so we can clean them for money' (genius idea, brats!), but we were also joined by a casual cul-de-sac fox, in the middle of a newly built estate. so random. at least the fox gave the brats something to do for the next twenty minutes. all we could hear down the street was, "he's gone this way! let's get him!". ah bless, the kids of today.
painting aside, we settled in for the rest of the wine before i had the absolutely foolish thought of telling nic how i would arrange her house for more kid-friendly space. in a matter of ten minutes we'd de-headed her bed and moved so much furniture around in her house, that it was looking so much for kid-friendly and spacious! i wonder if nic regretted doing that when she woke up on sunday morning in her new room. a haha. after the wee relocation event, i totally made her make me pizza, before heading off to get the bus home. i've never been so happy to see my pjs than after an afternoon of total diy rescue and terror in the air.
how was your saturday? as cray cray as mine? tell me things!
