Weekend

Fri night I finished work & met K2 – she actually works near me now which is slightly exciting – even if it is only for a couple more days.. Anyway, we wandered up to Brick Lane for a curry – at ourselves stupid for a grand total of £7 and then rolled on back towards Liverpool St, stopping in at a couple of pubs and a champagne bar along the way. We spent quite a bit of time in that champagne bar.

They do very good Bellini’s.

I wish I knew how to find it again.

Anyway, up on Sat morning, which was ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. Seriously – it was just the most beautiful day – 25 degrees, a light breeze, nary a cloud to be seen… just perfect.

I spent the morning sitting in the garden checking through every history book I own (I have a lot more then I realised – my room still looks like a bombsite as a result) for references to Hampton Court and it’s history, then MH & I headed off to Hampton Court for the day. A picnic lunch on the grounds, which included lots of cartwheels by me and then off to explore.

I’m in love.

The palace was great, but what I am totally in love with though is the rose gardens. I took more pictures of flowers then of the palace (you can’t take pics inside anyway). But the rose gardens!!!!! *Swoon* You could get drunk on the perfume alone – who needs booze???? (And lets face it, coming from me, that’s a big call!!!) They were magnificent. If there is a heaven, it must have a rose garden.





Anyway, after wandering through the palace and gardens, we ended up having afternoon tea there. I think it’s safe to say that we are over our afternoon tea phase – scones with jam & cream + tea just don’t cut it when it’s sunny and warm. Thank Christ. The amount of clotted cream I used to put on them, I’m sure I could feel my arteries hardening a little more each time.

We headed home at about 6. We were supposed to go to a BBQ that night that some Aussie friends were having (never let the English cook a BBQ, they have no clue what they are doing) but we were both too tired so piked.

Sunday was also beautiful but I woke up in a world of hurt – I had worn flat shoes the day before and I was complaining about how sore my feet were, but I totally forgot to think about what all that walking in flat shoes would do to my calves and hamstrings – ACK! The muscles in my feet were so sore that it felt like I was being stabbed every time I took a step and my calves were sore as hell.

Fucking flat shoes.

Sunday was shopping with MH, I bought some more pants and a couple of shirts that I am actually planning to return as I’ve decided I don’t like them now. Dinner at Oxford St then home.

I am totally loving this – sunny days!!!!!!!!! Oh thank you god – thank you so much!!! Fucking FINALLY!

I knew we had to get sun at some stage!