Happy belated fathers day pappa.

Yesterday was fathers day in sweden, I only realised this today. Not that it makes much difference, I have no way of contacting my father to congratulate him anyway...

babycakes

Today my dear boyfriend had some not so good news from his doctors. He has a history of illness and today received test results which, although they are not acute, are still very bad news. Something I knew was coming at one point or another but was hoping would be later rather than sooner. Something which is inevitable for someone with his history. I am hoping it won't get serious, but it certainly spells the beginning of a period of tests and changes in medications to try and stop his health declining. He was also told he has very high cholesterol, so we must now make a real effort to impove his diet, making it low fat, low salt etc. We all know we love a good fry up on a weekend morning, but I am more than happy to give those up if it means my hubby will be happy and healthy!!

All this has just made me feel like a spoilt, silly girl. The last few days I have had my own crisis over stupid girls drama, I have felt very sorry for myself and very hard done by. Getting these news this morning just made me think what an absolute idiot I am to complain over petty things, when I am so lucky to have my health and to have all the joys I have had in my life. Most of all to have found my hubby and for us to have come though everything that has happened and have stayed together. The ironic thing is that he is probably the happiest person I know, never complaining, always making the best of things. I suppose he appreciates life in a way I don't. All I can hope for is that all this will go away and they will fix him. I am so happy to have him, whether I have him for 5 years, for 20 years or for 60 years, I am the luckiest girl in the world.

fancy that

I have just found out about this clubnight in Notting Hill arts club. Every wednesday Alan McGee (the man who first signed Oasis, in case you didn't know) does a night with live sets by post punk and rock bands. I need to try that out next week. Tonight we are having leaving drinks for a lovely girl who used to work with us, she was the sweetest girl who gave me my "I love tea" mug as gift, no special occasion, just because I love tea!

remember remember the fifth of November...

So last night we went to bonfire night in clapham. I went to the same thing last year in Battersea and it was really good, really well orchestrated, with the fireworks in time with the music. I can tell you that the one last night was quite disappointing. Just a bunch of fireworks shot up willy nilly. But hey, I was in good company so it wasn't all bad! Unfortunately me and my boyfriend managed to have an argument in McDonals first, about a chocolate sundae.... silly us.

Not too impressive, eh?

Me and my sister at the fireworks display in clapham common

My dear sister watching the fireworks, can in hand!

vilken soppa

Butternut sqaush soup it was, accompanied by a french stick I picked up from partridges on the way home, and lots of tasty feta cheese. Then had a nice long bath with muscle soak for my achy back after all the box carrying and packing today at work (November means delivery time in the world of wholesale, not so glamorous). Now I have put some washing on, tidied up our room, had a cup of tea with lemon meringue pie and attempted to hoover the kitchen, but apparantly the hoover smelled too bad (!) In ten minutes the footy finishes and my boyfriend will return to planet earth.

Tomorrow night is Guy Fawkes, thinking of joining my sister and old flatmate (technically still my flatmate, but do I really live there??) at the clapham common bonfire. I am a sucker for the fireworks displays.

Good night people.

what do you expect?

Yesterday he cooked me stir fry with pan fried sea bream. It was very tasty, but this morning I thought he may have given me food poisoning. And then we didn't leave things very well this morning, but that was for other reasons. I can be a spoilt bitch but he can be real wanker.

Onwards and upwards... French onion soup tonight, or maybe butternut squash soup?

stoopid me

Ugh, I think I am still hungover from saturday night... still I feel miles better than I did yesterday. Luckily my boyfriend tried to nurse me back to health by cooking me a fry up and later ordering some delicious indian food (ooh I love popadoms..) We watched pursuit of happyness in bed, just what I needed. The weekend was good, I can't be arsed to go in to detail right now, but I am sure I will later.

What I will say is that no sane person who has just paid a phonebill for £186 decides it's a good idea to make an hour long internation call. I clearly did.