after six years

I think CONGRATULATIONS is in order. L2 finished his industrial design degree over the past week and really he deserves to be done. Ridiculous late nights, sometimes a lack of eating, and really a consistent high-stress environment has made me wonder how he hasn't keeled over. However, he's done and now moving tomorrow to London! A real life with good sleep and no more student living is something I only dreamed of 4 years ago.

He's clearly being celebrating for the last week. Rightfully so!

the last weekend

This weekend was the last before L2's arrival on Wednesday. (woot woot and another post). It meant that I soaked in as much sun, pampered myself to the extreme and hung out with the girls as much as I could.
Saturday was a fantastic day! After a hair appt to get back the sunny nature to my colour - I had a picnic in the common and sunburnt my nose as per usual. Along with a friend, we headed down to the Windmill on the Common , a little pub with heat lamps and terrific decor and wines to die for. The atmosphere at the place is uncomparable especially when you know all the patrons were just like you a few hours earlier - soaking in the sun. It literally has a buzz, along with another pub we ended up in - The Alex. Known as one of the best in the Southwest - the alex was filled to the prim of very red englishmen.

Due to the busy-ness of Saturday, I spent Sunday pampering and watching the warm rain and just being lazy. It's the last weekend of laziness that I can see for another four weeks. That in itself made me really wish I had Monday off too!

The horsemen are here

Requesting my carriage please? Ah the reasons I can tell that England are old is tenfold - however I think this little adage is so quaint. I've been creating some invitations for work and recieved some invitations - and all tell you when the night is scheduled to end. It tells you by giving you a time for your carriages. That's right - no taxis here, no no it's all about horses and Cinderella type idea.

Taking from the Jane Austen years of yore, invitations always stated when you should arrange for your horseman to whisk you back home. And now we still include that in the invitations, as saying taxis, shuttles or just a regular old car is far too low class to be mentioned.

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Frozen tsunami?

Not really about Europe, head much further down south for this image. It caught my eye this morning and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. It's real - this is no computer generation. For a better explanation then I could do, head here!