Ah, and so another week has rolled by. If you bumped into me on the street and asked me what I'd been up to, I'd probably rant to you about ongoing flat buying dramas. Looking at the list below, it's been obvious I've been doing some really quite nice other things too and I should generally shush with my moaning a bit. So I will try.
Last weekend was quite gentle: Robo H and I went across to Brick Lane for a mooch around and then had a Vietnamese meal for linner (this is our word for those massive 3/4pm meals you have on a weekend - they're the new brunch. Also called lea when we're feeling at our most Northern). In the evening we did a lot of watching of Portlandia on Netflix. Sunday, more of the same with added football excitement and some of these.
My clothesmaking class continued on Monday. I always walk in a 6pm feeling at my most stressed and tired and leave three hours later completely relaxed: the joys of concentrating on doing something other than being angsty.
On Wednesday I went to the opening of the Faces of the Sixties display at Proud Chelsea which was stuffed full of people who looked like they were probably faces in the sixties. I wrote about it for the oh comely blog here. The next evening I went to Sadler's Wells to see Ballet Revolucion. I know nothing about dance and this was a nicely popularist show and the dancers were undeniably amazing. I could have done without the routine to Enrique Iglesias's Hero though, and not so keen on the audience whooping when the male dancers took their tops off.
And then Friday. My friend was lucky enough to get us tickets for the xx show at Battersea Arts Centre. It was goose-bump inducing stuff and the music sounded perfect within the space of the hall. I'd managed to watch them a few years back at a gig at Hoxton Hall which was just as magic - I'm not sure why their music sounds so right in these older spaces. On a side note, someone should give Jamie his own radio show. His spoken voice is so well paced and perfectly paced I could have sat and let him talk to me all night. Alas, I had to share him with hundreds more adoring fans.
And that was my week. Tell me about yours.