If there’s ever a time for action, it’s now. It feels like every day we can’t wake up without some more madness from across the pond but the silver lining is watching everyone fight back. Maybe it won’t do any good in the long run but I sure love that feeling of not being alone in my despair at the place the world has arrived at. People frequently say “what’s the point?” or “one person can’t make a difference” but those naysayers have no place in my life. We’re all responsible. We all count. We can all make a difference, no matter how big or small. Last week was a time for getting involved…
A relatively impromptu protest was organised for Monday evening to make voices known in objection to the Muslim Ban, the latest lunacy at that point to come from that man (he’s no President, not in my name). So I made my way with a colleague to Downing Street after work to join in with the merry people and their funny signs. There’s nothing like a protest to make you feel part of something and the spirit was mostly good-natured and friendly. I felt a little sorry for the DHL couriers who whose the wrong time to try and make their way through Westminster and ended up stationary for a couple of hours but well, when the people come together the world has to stop and take notice.
I can’t believe it’s already February and January passed in a total blur of just basically clinging on by my fingernails trying to keep up with my day job which has just been so busy. Finally the DIY bug has hit me again and I spent the weekend priming and painting these cupboards in our third bedroom. They’re to house Pete’s epic CD collection to free up space in our second bedroom so we can start ripping the room apart, ever the jigsaw puzzle. It’s been therapeutic to be painting again, I just need to make sure this isn’t one of my classic never-ending projects and that I actually finish what I started…
We seem to be one of those couples that never go out for dinner unless it’s a special occasion. Of course we pop to the local pub or to one of the chains in Bromley, but actually heading out somewhere different isn’t something that happens very often. An entirely gluten-free restaurant called Niche had caught my eye a while ago and so we made a reservation for dinner on Saturday evening and hopped on the train into town, heading up to Angel.
Niche is the loveliest restaurant! It’s fairly small, I think they just have 34 covers but with it’s grey and white decor and welcoming staff size really doesn’t matter and oh, what joy to be able to look through a menu and know I could eat anything on there. My choices were fried chicken with a side of beer-battered onion rings and another side of mac ‘n’ cheese. Pete had a burger and fries and it was ALL so good. We shared a lemon and blueberry cheesecake for dessert and left feeling full but not uncomfortable. See that bloated feeling that most people get after eating, that’s NOT normal. If anything makes you feel swollen after eating it, it’s not something you should be eating. I try not to evangelise too much but this past year and a half has felt so, so good.
On a rainy Tuesday evening I had the pleasure of hanging out at one of my favourite London department stores, Heal’s. If you love interiors and you’ve never been to Heal’s then next time you’re in London make a beeline for it, you won’t be disappointed. The purpose of the soiree was a preview of the ‘Edizioni Italiane‘ collection which is available for the next few weeks and it was made even better by bumping into two lovely bloggers, Vikki from Style & Minimalism and Nancy from Hello Nancy. I’ve felt a little stuck these past few weeks and there’s nothing quite like catching up with blogging buddies to rediscover the writing love.
The Edizioni Italiane also features the most amazing artwork (as you can see at the top of this post) from artist Anna Laurini, if you’re a Londoner you may well have spotted her on your travels, if not she’s definitely one to follow.
Hope you’ve had a lovely week X
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