I don’t know why this past week at the office seemed so long. Maybe all of the lack of sleep caught up and I did get woken a few times by Dusan coming into bed in the wee hours.
By Friday I was struggling to get through the day without exceeding my daily limit of 2 coffees at the office. The coffee machine is so nice that nearly every time somebody says they are going to get drinks, I am tempted to say Cappuccino. My boss was off sick on Friday which meant I just had odds and ends to finish off and started to make a start on learning some of their existing software which I believe they are going to get me to take charge of learning the upgrade.
Coming home Friday, I cooked up some pasta with Bacon, Courgettes and Mushroom. All fresh of course. I actually never buy ready meals any more. Amazing to think that back in February when I had a couple of weeks off between the recruitment and pharmaceutical contracts and spent some time in the kitchen just preparing some food and seeing where it ended up.
After spending an hour and far too much money in Sainsbury’s I came home and ended up with a fridge full of food. Rather than cook a huge meal Saturday evening I decided to clean the flat and make a fresh lasagne. I was proud of myself even being able to make the white sauce from scratch.
Having showered and changed I was invited over to our neighbour, Steve, for a few glasses of wine. I was tempted to go to XXL but having had a couple of drinks I wasn’t able to drive and wasn’t in a mood to take public transport. Instead we made our way to the George & Dragon just up the road at some time past midnight. It has a rustic feel of being from a bygone day. A typical ye olde English Pub that now happens to be a gay venue. Its old, tacky, plays pop music and has some remnants of a gay discotheque in a small town somewhere abroad. But it’s our little local. The bar staff are cute and we can walk there or more essentially back. The G&D happens to be one of the few venues in this part of London that has a late license. Having had a few drinks, but being way too late for the show (Apparently the act is on stage at around 11:00 PM but have only ever been there in time for the show once).
Leaving around 3:00AM when I had a text from Dusan texted to say he was on his way home from work, we stopped at the local Kebab and Chip shop for a portion of chips. I’m not quite sure what it is about drinking that makes you want to stop and eat junk food on the way home. Of course the cute boy that works in the chip shop is always worth a gander at on the way home and we walked home eating our chips after a nice unplanned evening.
As much as people , ourselves included, have the odd moan on the forums we had to agree, it’s a fabulous place to live. We have great neighbours that have truly become friends, great facilities and a real sense of community. I have some friends who live in London and have done several years who say how hard it is to make friends in the big city. All I can say is maybe they should move here. If anyone is old enough like me to remember the old Milton Keynes advert. The catch phrase used to be “Milton Keynes, a Nice Place to live”. Well following that route, “One SE8, A Fabulous place to call home”.
Finally, forgetting to by carrots I made a walk up to the market yesterday, I noticed that the Estate Agent on the main road has closed up shop. I guess the recession is looming its ugly head on our own doorstep.
Being home so late I was determined to have a nice lie in and would have probably been in bed still at 2PM if my phone had not gone off at 1:30PM. Blissful a real lie in for once!
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