What a beautiful, beautiful week its been. YES! I’m rising above the hot-weather haters and seem to be part of the 0.0005% of the population who have absolutely adored every second of baking hot weather. No, I don’t get to sit in my garden all day with my feet up, I have to take the most packed, hottest, stinkiest train to London you could ever imagine and sit in an un-airconditioned office for 8 hours before taking the same now-stinkier train home. But you know what? There are about 3 days a year that are like that so I just put my fingers in my ears when the moaners start their whingeing.
Apart from the heat and sunshine I’ve been enjoying spending quality time with little Boo who has settled into life here fairly well. Day by day he and Maddie are getting more and more used to each other and it’s just all about very gradual baby steps as I knew it would be. He’s got a feisty, determined little personality and spends half an hour zooming round the place before promptly falling asleep for about 3 hours. Now only one week later it feels very normal to have two fur-babies and I can’t wait for a few months time when I’m sure they’ll be curling up together in front of the wood burner in winter.
On Wednesday we celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary with afternoon tea at the Shangri-La hotel in London which was a gift from my Mum for our last wedding anniversary that we hadn’t found time to use. 9 years! It’s not much in the grand scheme of things but in other ways it feels amazing to have come so far. A photo popped onto my Facebook ‘memories’ timeline the other day from summer 3 years ago. I’m not sure what the story behind the photo was but it was a picture of the kitchen in the house we lived at previously, a little rental in Forest Hill. It’s strange to think that 3 years ago we didn’t even know that our forever home existed and now here we are, 3 more years of marriage under our belts as well as the place we’ll be in for the forseeable future with poochie and kitty in tow. How time flies. I often hear from people that you only know real love if you’re a mother. Well, I beg to differ. I might not know a mother’s love, nor will I ever have the chance to. But the love I have for my husband is very, very real and very strong. We’ve been through so much and he’s still the only person I want the text message, the What’s App, the missed call to be from. My best man, my best person. We’ve started mooting ideas around for our 10th celebrations next year and it’s looking like a California road trip might be the ticket so watch this space!
He also gets extra brownie points for being my plus one at a blogging event on Wednesday night. I know right?! Even on our wedding anniversary I couldn’t bring myself to take a break. However, when an evening on the roof terrace of the Ham Yard Hotel presents itself to spend a couple of hours in the company of Ella Woodward (“Deliciously Ella”) it’s really impossible to say know. So after our afternoon tea and a beautiful walk all the way from London Bridge along the river, crossing over and up into Soho, we sipped cocktails in this most stunning of venues. They have an incredible fruit and vegetable garden up there too, I quite fancy a little stay. It was all in aid of Quaker Oats who have teamed up with Deliciously Ella to put together some overnight oats recipes so look out on the blog for some breakfasty goodness coming your way.
On Thursday I had another wonderful opportunity, this time to attend the preview of the new Vitae bathroom collection, an exciting collaboration between Dame Zaha Hadid and Porcelanosa. Held at the Zaha Hadid Gallery in Clerkenwell, we were talked through the bathroom collection by one of the designers who worked on the project which has a water theme running through the design. It was so very beautiful and seamless – not one for lovers of old looks but as I’m the queen of contemporary when it comes to bathrooms it was right up my street, all hidden overflow holes and pop up hand-held showers.
It’s been a peaceful weekend, pottering about and doing a few bits round the house. Half-marathon training is back on track with a good run from where we live to Chislehurst which is about 4.5 miles. I decided to get it out of the way early on Sunday and Pete drove there with Maddie so we could walk her. Unfortunately 7.30am proved the hottest part of Sunday so it was hard going up some steep hills but it’s done and now I just need to build on that all-important distance and build some regularity into my runs. The half-marathon is now less then 2 months away so it’s definitely time to get serious.
Hope you’ve had a lovely week X