I'm listening to Adele's Hometown Glory and it feels like my song tonight. It was a beautiful warm day and I spent it painting the back of the house - it was actually interesting because for the first time in a long time I didn't mind listening to the birds and thinking my thoughts. Thinking didn't stress me out. It was great.
My biggest immediate problem is currently whether to buy a moisturiser with self tanner or to buy a regular one PLUS self tanner. Also that my wardrobe is incredibly poorly suited to American climes! I'm just now realising that heading to work this summer will involve lots of sweating so I'm trying to buy clothes that won't touch me at all - no easy feat! I'm liking this 'all sorts of lonesome' that I'm going through because I'm really enjoying my own company. I like taking the MARTA and watching people (because people are strange) and I like going to work because there are different, yet still strange, people.
Having this time to myself in nicer weather has meant that I've had time to plan things - I have now decided to host a dinner party/possible BBQ here at my house on September 20th. You are invited. As are various other Londoners and people I know who have long harboured a desire to see America. It can be the reason for your trip or simply a pleasant dinner on your drive to more interesting places. You girls will obviously be invited to stay longer with me or in a lovely local B&B should you choose so. With the new Delta merger there is absolutely no reason not to find a flight - all airports lead to Atlanta lol
I'm prepared to receive all negative answers to my invitation but a part of me thinks it would be possible. A part of me also thinks my friends might want to enjoy some warm weather when weather in Europe starts to get shitty. And finally, a part of me likes to be really romantic and think that wonderfully fairytale-like dinner parties are possible.
Candles, Southern delicacies (no, we don't serve sheep's eyes or anything) and lots of wine. Let's see what happens.
In further news of my life, I too am trying to live life by the seat of its pants, take it as it comes. Of course, my life is going about the speed of my grandmother's wheelchair so it makes for a nice smooth ride. As I sit here typing I'm beginning to realise that while I may not be as brave as I would like to be, I'm learning what I can be. Maybe even who I want to be. Who knew that a few glasses of pinot grigio could spurn such philosophical meanderings each evening?
Meanwhile, I have bought two packs of cigarettes since returning from New York. Sigh. I love smoking out in the back yard after my mother has gone to sleep (no, she doesn't need to know) and looking at the stars.
I'm going to take my paint-covered self for a shower now - and then out for a cigarette. I haven't had one since Tuesday!
Bam - please post pictures. I have a frame ready for 'The One'.
Frenchie - I'll listen to Robbie in your honour.
Div - I can guarantee you that your downstairs neighbour really doesn't like you now. xx
Love you all.
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