We seem to be having summer. It’s been wonderful and gorgeous and hot.
I’ve been thinking I could make a list of all the famous people we’ve seen whilst out and about over the past year which I might do one day but I thought I’d probably sound like a complete prat. Although just for Yvonne I will say I stood behind Jamie Oliver in the queue at Pomona today. Chris Martin walks up our street all the time on his way to the Heath. And there was a shooting in our street last week too. Not that anyone famous was involved but our street is now a bit notorious.
Such a gorgeous evening I think I’ll pour myself another glass of wine and finish Astrid’s new cardigan (which looks as though it’ll fit her when she’s about four).
Today was also a momentous day. Last night before I went to sleep I was informed my life would change by morning. And in the morning I wondered what it was and then Astrid turned on the radio. Without going into a very long and boring story, I’ve not had any music for about the last six years â€“ and this morning I realised it was time for music again. Time for an ipod. I love how music changes everything.
But now I have no idea what I want to listen to apart from Chicane, Coldplay, Travis, Dido, Michael Meyer, Superpitcher and Pink Floyd. Basement Jaxx, Portishead, Chemical Brothers, The Flaming Lips, Air, Kraftwerk.
We’re in the most perfect time here. London in all its gloriousness. A big part of us doesn’t want to leave. Make that about ninety percent. But I’ve thought about it and I think it just means I’m happy. And I can carry the lovely happiness from here to there. And anywhere I choose to weave my state of mind.
Edith is marvellous and continues to be more marvellous and splendid with each day, each moment, each little second I love her more and more and more. She laughs, she coos, she talks, she gurgles, she bobs her head on my shoulder. She kicks her little cotton-tights-clad-chubby-legs. Edith has bright blue eyes. Bright as little sapphires.
Little Edith Rose. Little mini.
Little miniley moochi-o. Little miniley moochi.
Not long now till we head back to Auckland, which means our lovely London cottage is available to rent from June 5th. Just 50 yards from Hampstead Heath and full of character.
New tenants found – thank you!
Hello. I am busy knitting. I don’t want to stop.
Apart from to go out for big long walks on the Heath and take photos in the rain. And go out with friends to Ten Ten Tei and our old pub. And wander around Soho a bit. And come home and take photos at midnight in the rain. Cloth House. An evening out at a book signing and lecture in Covent Garden. The 24 bus home. Pret hummous salad for lunch. Wardour Mews. The caf on the Heath. Earl Grey tea. Full english breakfast (after the night that included the pub).