I’m appalled, but not shocked. Failure to blog is in my top 10 New Year’s resolutions list.
Things have been evolving in my little spot of south east London.
After naked-sleeping with my flatmate/ex-boyfriend (more than once) and a month of avoidance when I decided it was the best way to approach things, he spilled his guts. He missed me, he couldn’t live without me (maybe a slight exaggeration). Instantly that scene and song from Miss Congeniality rang through my head; You think I’m gorgeous… Long story short, we’re back on and it’s wonderful.
My Mum came to stay for a month and we hit the sights of Paris and Athens and then spent a week on Crete, swimming, drinking cocktails and improving our tans. It was complete bliss and after having Mum here in London for a month-long visit it was the best way to spend some quality time together.
I attended my first Indian (Bollywood) wedding two weeks ago, and it was amazing. It was like everything I’d ever imagined would be included in an Indian wedding; bright, beautiful, jeweled dresses, live fire with smoke hitting the ceiling, Bollywood dancing, a DJ that made the place feel like a club in Ibiza and a cake taller than the bride and groom.
I’m currently engrossed in;
Finally, a photo I came across today;
Hazza for King.