I meant to write a blog post yesterday and I completely neglected to do my hot or not on Thursday, how lame am I?! I think that my New Year's resolution will have to be to be LESS LAME. How about that, then?
I'm in the office right now, peering out of the windows every few minutes to see if it has started to snow yet. I don't know why I'm getting excited about the idea of snow, especially as it will only make my commute that bit more tedious, but still. There is something very magical about the snow, I particularly love watching through my fifth-floor bedroom window.
I managed to recover from my sad little hangover well enough to enjoy Mr and Mrs Z's Christmas party on Saturday evening. I wasn't able to wear my Escala dress after all as the zip is broken on it (a boring fact here. It isn't the zip that has broken. The zip mechanism is working fine, it’s the little bit of the zip that you hold to pull it open or closed that has broken, but that will mean having to put a new zip in the dress. Isn't that irritating?!) As luck would have it, though, I have a number of party frocks in my wardrobe so it was all good. I was still feeling a bit too delicate to really let my hair down, but I had a lovely time all the same. I had a good old chat with Denise from Peeko about crochet (and other matters) and, of course, it is always good to catch up with the girls.
Nic and I had a lovely, long, lazy Sunday. Well, it was lazier for me than it was for him as he was still knee-deep in essays. Poor old thing, as I read on the sofa and drank tea I could hear the occasional whimper from the table, it was pretty heartbreaking. Still, we found time to watch the most recent episode of Gavin and Stacey and the last episode of The Thick of It. I can't adequately express how much I enjoyed The New Malcom (as opposed to 'Yestermalcolm') semi-flirting with Terri while wearing a 40 tog fleece. Also, any episode that contains Julius Nicholson gets my vote, I think he is my favourite character (just a day boy, not a boarder) I'm very sad that the series has come to an end and I think I'm going to be rewatching the DVDs of the first series and the specials. And hopefully I'll continue to have good dreams involving Peter Capaldi – NICE! I didn't enjoy Gavin and Stacey quite as much as usual, and I think this is because there was only one scene including Pam and Mick, and no Dave Coaches at all.
I spent much of Sunday and some of yesterday evening rereading Running in Heels by Anna Maxted. I first read this book a number of years ago and felt an urge to reread it recently after recommending it to a friend. In the Wikipedia entry about Anna Maxted she is described as writing at 'the higher end of chick-lit' and this meaningless description makes me really cross. It makes me cross because it is an insult masquerading as a compliment, and it doesn’t do any justice at all to her writing. Anyway, the book is excellent, I have bought another one of hers (her first novel, called Getting Over It) and I have been feeling inspired by it in all sorts of ways. I'm not reading Getting Over It straightaway (I learned from my John Wyndham and Patricia Highsmith binges that it's best to space these things out) so my next read is a book I bought at the tip shop, a Margaret Forster book called Mother Can You Hear Me?. I might save Maxted for when I go home next week – I'm able to bring a suitcase with me this time so I'm planning to bring lots of books to read.
List of loathe
The trains again. I got on my train this morning only to discover that it was being diverted and that my journey to work would take three times as long, and would mean I needed to get a taxi at the end of it. As luck would have it, though, I was able to get off that train and get a lift, but it annoys me that it wasn't announced until I was on the train. BOOOO!
The whole zip thing mentioned earlier on.
Bloody Amazon. The Christmas present I ordered for Nic on 30th November STILL hasn't arrived. I emailed Amazon about it last week and they told me to wait until 16th December before complaining again. It still hasn't arrived and even if they send out a replacement it will not be here in time for Christmas. Thanks for nothing, Amazon.
List of love
My tartan Lavrel dress. I wore it on Friday night and it's ace.
Vegan sausage bagels from Burst on Regent Street. I hope it's not too internetty to say it, but NOM.
Alex Maqueen. He is brilliant.
This time next week I will be back in sunny(rainy) NORN IRON. Hurrah – or should I say, YEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!