Ok. I’m sorry, I know I’ve blogged like every single day this week but I can’t help that I love y’all so much and really, blogging is the only therapy I get from having to manage the abundance of crazy thoughts that are happily swizzling through my brain.
Actually, I just want someone to talk to and considering at work I sit between a window and an empty desk, well, you my friends who live in my laptop, tagged – you’re it. I’m talking to you.
And honey, we’re talking Bon Jovi.
So last week, I received an email from my web host and they’re asking me for money to renew my domain subscription. I was like hang on a minute what? I paid you already, for the whole year! Don’t be ripping me off!
And then I realised that holy mother of God – thecattylife has been in business for one. whole. year.
Happy birthday, me!
It’s summer in London!
Wait, did I say that out loud? Sheeesh. I really don’t want to jinx it.
So it’s Bank Holiday weekend and Panu and I are in London. I know, abysmal effort on our part to get away seeing as we’d just come back from Hong Kong and that virtual cheque book is still hurting just a little bit.
I wanted to do something though, anything so as to not waste this long weekend and so we decided, as you do (or maybe it’s just me), to play tourist in London and stay at a hotel.
I mean, why not, right? Right.
I have a friend. Wait, don’t clap, that’s not the end of the story.
I have a friend, her name is Linh and she likes to give me really heavy birthday presents.
I’ve been struck down by the mother of all stomach bugs. I can’t think about food, I can’t talk about food and I can’t even look at a photo of food without feeling nauseous so that does not bode well for my wee little food blog here.
Instead I’ll share with you some photos taken at Oxford on Sunday, moments before I keeled over.
Enjoy!