One of the things I really like with this flat is the fact that we have a garden. Yes, it is rather small, but still big enough for us to sit outside. While I was on the phone to my parents last night Tim arranged a sweet dinner out there. It was quite late, close to 21.30, but the air was still warm, and it was almost quiet as the traffic had died out. And sitting there, with a glass of ice cold white wine in my hand, I felt that life in London isn't so bad, after all.
[Edit: woke up several times in the very early morning hours thanks to the noisy birds outside. I'm not sure I like the garden anymore!]
[Edit 2: ok, it's official. I hate nature! There are so many weird and freaky spiders in this country (almost as bad as in Denmark), and that's fine as long as they stay in their territory (i.e. outside, hiding well) and don't intrude on mine. I just found a really nasty-looking one in the bathroom. Not ok! I'm too scared to check if he's a wolf spider (which we had a few last summer, and I'm not going to insert a picture here, because they really are some evil bastards. If you want to know, just google), but he better not be or I'll move straight away. And our next flat better be on the top floor in some over-developed area! (And yes, I am a chicken, but right now I couldn't care less!)]
2 comments:
Agree on the spiders - if they stay outside they are fine, if they come inside ... meet Mr. & Mrs. Birkenstook. Smack!
In theory I'm with you on that one. But when they get to the size of my thumb... I like my Birkenstocks too much!
Post a Comment