Stuart says that I owe the 10 of you that read this an apology because my entries for the last week were rubbish and I haven’t discussed a few things that happened.
I have also been a bad Thomas about uploading pictures. I haven’t uploaded flicks onto flickr since Christmas. . . What I do feel bloguilt about is failing to mention the weekend before last - going up The Monument and our treck out to Hampton Court. . .
so this is a me playing catch-up.
Christmas
Little Emily
She may be one of the cutest babies ever. . .
I love this picture of Fizz. . .
She looks like the Egyptian God Anubis with her big ears when they are straight up. Here her subtext is, “What the hell, man. . .”
Rock Lobster
I guess I forgot to mention when I blogged about a work dinner from a month ago that we played with our food.
I mentioned our trip up to see Ollie. . . but here are some pictures.
The Monument
Stu refused to walk up it because he is afraid of heights but the sweet thing is it was his idea to take me to see it. What is The Monument you ask? It commemorates the Great Fire of 1666 and if you walk up the 311 steps
you get some amazing views of the city.
And then a week ago Saturday we went to Hampton Court. It was Stuart’s idea to take me because he thought I would like it.
I didn’t like it at all.
I loved it.
How could you not?
My favourite part was the kitchens.
This area worked sort of like a gas hob. You would add or take away coal as needed for the level of heat you required. Down below there were two areas- one where the ash would fall and the other stored the coal that you would add.
This is where they would roast meat.
The Gardens didn’t suck either. These pictures do not give to justice at all. . .
And then it snowed last week. . . I was working at home that day so I didn’t have to get up in the morning but Stuart took photos for me.
And then I took a flick when I woke up.
Friday we went to a Battersea bar for birthday drinks for Richard’s girlfriend which was lovely.
Sadly I don’t have photographic evidence but I looked kinda cute. I had also brought the girls out which might be why at one point when I went to the loo, a guy grabbed my arm and slurred, “Sexy!”
I chose to be amused and flattered rather than offended.
That evening, I also met this sweet doggie.
People being free to bring their dogs into pubs may be one of my favourite things about this country.
So there we are. I’m caught up.
Mostly.
February 12th, 2007 at 10:42 pm
Cutest dog EVAH!