Sunday, 29 November 2009
After church and coffee we went to the new Pizza Express at Belgrade Plaza. It's one of their new, more modern restaurants and the setting feels lovely... you could almost pretend it wasn't Coventry. I had a delicious Pollo Pancetta on one of their new thin bases... it was divine. Hubby and the step-children were equally impressed with their food, not to mention getting to try out the new restaurant.
Following a flying visit to some rellies, we made our way to the City Centre to watch the Christmas lights being turned on. It was my idea, but it didn't really live up to my expectations. We had been promised Beverly Knight, but instead someone who made an appearance (and didn't win) on X-factor turned up. Hmmmph. To top it off, it was freezing, packed, and, getting a Cappuccino was like a search for the holy grail. Honestly, why when town is going to be so busy does Costa think it wise to shut up shop at 4.30? Great business strategy guys! Thankfully I managed to acquire my caffeine hit before we left and head home, back to the warmth of our house and the love of our hounds!
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Friday, 20 November 2009
Tuesday's Egyptian dance class at lunch time was a hoot. The class has grown since I last attended (a few weeks back now) and it's a really bubbly bunch. I've really taken to it and even the instructor has commented on my proficiency... I'm going to keep with it because it's immense fun. I have the concentration of a gnat when it comes to physical activity so finding something fun is about 3/4 of the battle.
Wednesday was the day we had been dreading. The funeral of my uncle Dean. Having passed away at 40 years old, earlier in the month, and leaving behind a young family this was always going to be difficult. The service took place at the crematorium, and it was standing room only. There were many of our cousins there, as well as friends of Dean and the family. It was evident that he was a hugely popular guy, and why wouldn't he be? He was such a friendly and laid back individual, it's so sad that he has been taken so young. His young twin sons read at the funeral, and they were amazing and tear jerking. Even hubby shed a few tears listening to them regale the congregation with how special their father was. After the service we all retired to Deans' former local, and hubby got to meet lots of cousins of mine, and a couple of aunties, all of whom he had never met before, despite our being married in excess of 18 months now. We got to catch up with so many people, and part of me couldn't help but feel a twang of guilt as we all sat around catching up with the happy and sad events of each others lives... but such are families. Often the only time to come together and to catch up is at births, marriages and deaths. Also, Dean was such a friendly and sociable character that I think were he alive, he would have been in the middle of it all chatting and laughing and loving each minute. It all makes you realise how important it is to live life fully and enjoy what you have because what if tomorrow never comes?
Thursday was a great day in the office. I wasn't particularly looking forward to the meeting, I was feeling unwell and not particularly inspired, however it was all turned around during the course of a 4 hour meeting in which I was given a great deal more responsibility. The chance to do more work which is related to the degree I have just completed and which supports my APC training, I was elated. I am really keen to see how that pans out. The day was topped off with an impromptu grub up at the Brooklands pub... a no cooking night woo hoo (actually I have done a lot less cooking lately as hubby dearest seems to be taking to the pans). The steak was delicious, and a great way to top off a good day!
Now I'm just grateful that an emotional roller coaster of a week is over, and I can greet the weekend since it will all to soon be over.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
The book is a debut novel by Polly Williams. Set in London (I love books set in England, I find it easier to relate to the characters) the plot centres around the lead character Amy... a not so yummy new mummy with perhaps a slight case of neurosis about her life. Cue one uber glamorous new acquaintance, a little bit of 'grass is greener' syndrome and a little bit of a love rat, and Amy's world goes from highly improved uber chic yummy mummy existence to disaster, in one foolish action. The book is so well written, ok it's chick lit, but it's chick lit at its finest. This author has a real talent and I would really like to read more of her work. Whether you are a mother or not you are going to love this book and I would really recommend it.
All three books are now in my read it swap it list (link at the side) so if anyone wants to swap...?
Friday, 13 November 2009
1. Rediscover the clothes I already own;
2. Identify the clothes that I need to purchase.
Since I often shop with the heart rather than the head, number 2 was very important!
My first step was to cheat (a woman's prerogative) and take all of the summer clothes out of the equation and put them into storage since there is no threat of sunshine for the foreseeable future. That made the pile more manageable, and allowed me to sift through the clothes. At this point I began trying everything on, and in doing so asked myself several questions:
1. Does it fit properly?
2. Is the cut and the colour flattering?
3. What other items in my wardrobe can this be worn with?
I continued this way throughout the entire collection and clothes were subsequently put into three piles:
2. Sell on ebay:
3. Charity Shop.
I have to say, the exercise did provide me with some surprises. For example, there is a small evening jacket that I always wear out if I'm going out on a mild night, a little cream swing jacket which I thought looked really cute. Unfortunately I am usually in a bit of a rush when heading out at night because I try to cram too much activity into too little time. Popping the jacket on and taking the time to look properly I realised that the jacket, although great quality and lovely, is far too small across my shoulders and bosoms and looks awful. It's now in the ebay pile. Likewise, my mum had given me a black dress some time ago with the labels still on. I cast it aside as I thought it looked frumpy, when I tried it on however it's very flattering and fits perfectly, not to mention going with at least three other items in my wardrobe to make three different looks.
The entire exercise took me in excess of three hours, and I was exhausted, but what did I learn? Well, firstly I learned that I own too much black and too many dresses (but I can live with that). I also learned that I have a lot more tops than I thought I did, and that I needed to purchase a black long sleeved top and a nice pencil skirt. I discovered what I have in my wardrobe and how to make it all work together and to look stylish and also learned that my wardrobe will never be capsule! It's true, I still have lots of clothes, the only difference now however is that I know what I have, and I know that it all fits and flatters... and that information is like gold dust! For the past few days I've been having immense fun, wearing what feels like a new outfit every day and realise that all it takes is a little bit of organisation... the only problem is that I have yet to address the accessories and once summer comes I have to undertake this whole exercise all over again!
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
(I'm not that skilled on photoshop, the colours in the work are red, green and pale blue. )
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Lastnight we were given the tragic news the my uncle Dean had unexpectedly passed away. Dean was 40 years old, happily married and with twin sons. He was the loveliest, happiest chap that anyone could hope to meet. Constantly smiling, easy to talk to and generous. Everyone always had good words to say about Dean. Unfortunately he passed away unexpectedly yesterday (3rd November) whilst at work.
At this difficult time of grieving our hearts go out to Deans' loving wife and dear sons.
God rest his soul.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
- A Beatles Tribute band;
- Chip Hawks of Tremeloes fame;
- Gerry and the Pacemakers.
Now, at 28 years of age I'm much to young to remember much of this, but thanks to my wide appreciation of music I did know much of what was playing. It was a tremendous night. I was worried that hubby wouldn't enjoy it, but when the Beatles tribute came on stage and their George Harrison looked just like THE George Harrison, and their sound was uncanny, hubby was bowled over. It really was fantastic, a great way to celebrate the day.
Tuesday I was still parading the office with something of a gormless grin, since I still couldn't believe I had achieved a Masters. By the time lunchtime came round I was raring to get to my first ever Egyptian belly dance class. Led by a lady at work who also eats fire in her spare time, I thought this was going to be so much fun. I wasn't wrong... it seems with my generous proportions I was destined for belly dance. Well, despite getting tangled up in the veils at one point... nonetheless I wait with baited breath for next Tuesday's installment.
Wednesday hubby and I aimed to celebrate my good news with a pizza at pizza express and an Orange Wednesday showing of the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus. The pizza was delicious, it was a good job we had booked as it seems we were not the only couple to have the 2 main course for £10 voucher since people were being turned away at the door for not booking. The film was amazing, it is directed by Terry Gillingham, and yes you can see the Monty Python elements of the film, but it really is a wierd and wonderful delivery... made all the more poingant I think by the realisation that the lead actor died in this in the middle of filming. Also, I have to say the model Lily Cole does a wonderful job in her role... although I do think I heard hubby's chin hit the ground at one point at the mere flash of her womanly assets!
The week had passed so quickly, and Friday's lunchtime Diwali meal was upon us. Over 20 of us making the trip to Tumeric Gold including hubby and my step-son who had been invited the week before. They were grateful of the chance to go I think, afforded by the fact that it's half term week. When I got to the Indian Restaurant, looking forward to my Rawlpindi curry puff, my lovely boss' lovely wife presented me with a lovely gift for having passed my degree. My boss was instrumental in me taking on the degree, and so was rather pleased when I passed. They had bought for me a lovely Radley purse and two delicious cupcakes, which I shared with my mum later that day since I would never have been able to eat 2 such wonderful creations on my own.