
Lexi, Will and I went to eat in Melati on Great Windmill Street (I love it there) and I had some origami paper in my purse leftover from some birthday card I made.

Walking through China Town

Sam and I went on an adventure afternoon to Canary Wharf.




Rawwwry the lion!

I went to see All’s Well That Ends Well at the National Theatre during the week with Lexi and some of his lovely UCL friends. Here we are waiting on the balcony to go in!


For my friend Tara’s birthday, Lexi and I bought her a lifesize cardboard cut-out of David Tennant.
I’m feeling quite sad at the moment because we’re moving out of the flat in Bloomsbury on Wednesday. It’s the end of an interesting chapter that I’m quite happy to leave behind, but I will miss our little nook off Russell Square. London won’t be on my doorstep anymore. I won’t be able to walk to Soho or go to Nando’s more times per week than is strictly healthy.
I won’t complain. I leave for Mexico on Thursday for two weeks of awesome, fun-filled times with Steph. And before you say it, no I’m not particularly afraid of contracting swine flu. Everyone and their mother is warning me about it but neither my doctor nor my vaccination nurse had any worry whatsover. Although the nurse gave me quite a scare about rabies. She’s a very stern and motherly woman from New Zealand and the conversation went something like…
Nurse: You can get rabies from a bite or a lick.
Me: A lick? It would have to be quite a hard lick.
Nurse: No, just a lick.
Me: Really?
Nurse: Okay, a lick on an open wound.
She is also ‘very passionate about Hepatitis B’ so gave me a looong lecture about it. I guess it’s better to have a scary nurse who cares than an inept nurse who hasn’t got a clue (like in my last GP practice).
This week, as you may have guessed, is filled with packing to move and preparing my suitcase for Mexico. I have so many new summer dresses, I’m tempted to dedicate a post to them…











