I would very much like Frankie back in my life, thanks. There is nothing of the sort here.

Wheat Fields, Parks and Berry Tea

Dear Grum.

So I just found out that my Grandma (grum) reads my blog.
Wonderful! she suggests that I begin filtering it now. We spoke for over an hour on the phone last night! I enjoy the fact that Grum is a dear friend first and a Grandma (in her bright outfits and pink lipstick) second.

And in January, we're getting married.

The Retired Life

So it’s not a good thing that I did not get work for three days straight but I could not help but enjoy spending the days at home with Mike and Emily acting like we were in a retirement village. We would wake up late, play cards, spend an hour preparing a gourmet lunch, eat lunch, play more cards, lie on the rug and possibly squeeze in a nap. Every activity would revolve around this making of the lunch. Mike even arranged the tomato and avocado slices in an artistic way. We would then wander down to the newly built apartments and inquire about a possible investment. In Mike’s Hawaiian shirt and flip flops the agent may not have been convinced that he owned £500,000.
Although I will say that we were also productive. We pulled apart our bed and helped Mike saw it so that it now fits tightly into the crevasse. When we had successfully finished the job we all cried the classic Mike line “he’s done it, he’s only gone and done it!” We now have ample space and our room has become the second lounge room. We are thinking about getting couches, putting in a kitchen and cutting a door to the bathroom so we won’t ever have to leave the bedroom!
(photos will come when and if I clean my room)

Stornoway

I have been driving everyone mad by repeating this song over and over. But it is just so wonderful.

I'll sing a haunting refrain.

Now, I want to introduce you to my dear roommate Emily. She is perhaps up there with some of the coolest people I know. She has been a little non-existent over the last month but came back to London and stayed a whole week before returning back to her family for the summer. It did not take us long to get into the shared interest of the guitar. Emily used her creativity to make a capo out of electrical tape whilst I whipped out ‘Ashton’ and we began learning “Lady in Spain” by Ingrid Michaelson for three. whole. hours. driving Megan partially insane. It turns out that Megan does not like that song at all and was trying to sleep at 2am. I mean, who sleeps at 2am... We were banished to the boys’ room where we continued our jam session. We were busting out harmonies, by ‘we’ I mean Emily and when Mike got home we serenaded him to sleep. We then went and climbed into bed chatting like giddy school girls till early hours of the morning. Unfortunately, our lack of sleep resulted in a little rudeness to our lovely guest, Jeremy. I am not fully aware of what was said that morning but it did involve refusing a suggestion to join him for a breakfast outing before heading home to Sydney. I do apologise Jeremy.