Last weekend my husband-to-be packed his bag (I helped, fairly eager to get him out of the house) and went to Dublin for his stag party. I went to work. I know, right, doesn't seem fair... Anywhooo, I was pretty excited to have a weekend to myself at home, to be able to do what I wanted to every evening with no guilt allowed and watch what I wanted to watch on TV. My house my rules. Which just means I spent the evening eating in front of my computer and the TV while doing a tiny bit of online shopping. Only stuff we need of course! Like a star print rug, an essential in every household. I was thinking of the freedom and how much I like to spend some time alone, but at the end of the day it is just boring to eat alone and then go off to bed, still alone. No one to discuss online shopping with or ask what happened on TV, it's difficult to follow a movie while staring at your computer! The moral of the story is that I was pretty excited to have him back, and that's a good sign. This weekend he is here and he has promised to feed me all weekend, while I work.
I'm Christine and I currently live in London with my husband where I do my best to go to as many restaurants as possible, bake, DIY and occasionally let my hair down and go to a museum. x