I admit it, I'm a Weight Watcher.
To my Edinburgh peeps
I know I haven’t been here recently, but I am thinking about you guys a lot.
Go out there this weekend and rock everyone’s socks off.
Sonja, Mari, Laura, Phil and everyone else - you are awesome and amazing inspirations!
I am super proud of all of you and mega impressed! (Ew, I used the word “mega”…)
Love to all of you guys!!!
Oh and please, have a beer for me when you’re finished and celebrating :)
Highlights from a 18km 20km walk. We feel amazing and also have eaten very well today :)
Ps: there are “outdoor gyms” in london parks!!! So fun!!!
So I didn’t have time to catch up ob you guys yesterday, as on my day off the auditor showed up in my restaurant and I was freaked out all day. But we got an A grade so phew :)
Back at work now and having a chicken cesar salad for lunch.
After 8 days and 83 hours…
… I finally have a day off tomorrow and am ready to catch up on you guys.
Catch up on me: I feel exhausted, a little bit overwhelmed but also super awesome (I’m basically acting GM for the next few weeks), I feel gross from having been around burgers for 8 days in a row, my skin is weird (burger grease in the air? Who knows), excited about finally having a saturday night off this weekend and having drinks with my two favourite men (dad not included obviously) and I want a fruit salad. Sums me up for the moment.
The last tube
As much as getting on the last tube feels like something out of a horror film sometimes, I have to say that I also very much enjoy it.
Outside the station people are rushing in while the station’s night workers have their last cigarette before their shift starts. On every platform you have a tube worker with a light to signal to the driver when it’s clear. They tell people that it’s the last train. They hold the train when they know some people are still on their way down and I don’t mind waiting two minutes, as you can’t help and smile about the tube worker waving to two people running down the tunnel, barefoot - high heels in hand, screaming “thank you thank you”. Two stations later you have 3 tube workers waiting, chatting and laughing and two of them get on to get home themselves. Someone is half asleep and suddenly jumps up at their stop, while others read last mornings paper. The driver uses their old school whistle after every station we leave and feels like a “good night covent garden, see you tomorrow”. Most people look generally happy at this time and I don’t think they’re all drunk ;). I guess in this tube system of anonymity where everyone is in their own world and looks quite annoyed normally, there is just something very human about the last train.
And I just can’t help it, after years I still laugh about the handwritten sign in my tube station saying “The last train to central london has now departed this station. Go home, sleep and come back in the morning!”
If there is no sign of me going swimming before work on saturday…
…could someone kindly remind me how badly I wanted to go swimming on thursday and realised how much I really really missed it? Oh and tell me not to be lazy, I’ll only have to leave home at 1.30pm which is totally not a problem. Thanks!
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday, I was at work from 9am-1am. It was super busy (for our little restaurant and just one waiter, I’m used to 5-6 waiters lol), if we’d taken £120 more we would haven broken our daily record *gutted*. So far when I did doubles it was always pretty relaxed and I tried to keep myself busy so time wouldn’t go too slow. Yesterday I constantly had something to do. The first time in a month I missed my last tube and was presented with two options: spend an hour and forty minutes on three different night buses or fork out £30 for a 25min cab ride (does 100min vs 25min also not make any sense to you??). I took a cab and I’m ignoring the money and am just happy I got home at an okay time :)
As I was okay with doubles so far, I didn’t expect anything, but today I feel like I did a massive workout yesterday. My arms especially are killing me. Crazy. So now I’m hiding on the sofa with a coffee, watching Germany’s Next Topmodel until I need to leave for work again later on. I might get up to make some lunch.
Also, 4 weeks officially!!! I will have to try our special burger that starts next week, but trying means one bite and as the main “special” is that it has chilli, I have my excuse for not eating one right there. I don’t like chilli :)
Oh and the little cake thingy was something I ate on Tuesday when I met a friend for coffee. It was this amazing berry mousse stuff. Absolutely gorgeous!
Random fact: Chris was showing me a music video with Jake Gyllenhaal in (it’s like a short short movie). I made him aware that Jake is walking around literally 10min away from our house in that video *freakout* *couldhaveseenjakegyllenhaalinmyneighbourhood*. It’s a good song (catchy I think), but only watch the video if you’re okay seeing Gyllenhaal playing a psychopath.
