Just don't ask me what is primitive about this home. All I know is it has a lot of elements I love.
When homesickness bites you when you least expect it, I content myself going through blogs and photos. And for a while I see myself where others have been and feel what they feel.
This is home for me. Manila. Continents away from London.
Right now, I am dreaming of setting foot here. Sipping wine as the sun sets, French food, getting away from it all, even just for a few days. If plans don't fail, and seriously, if this break did not push through after that ashfall ruining our plans last month, I am going to have a breakdown. If plans don't fail, I'll be posting my own photos next month.
I have my favourite spots in London. One of them is the hustle and bustle of the Camden markets on a Saturday. But little did I know that you only need to walk a bit further to find some quiet and solitude. We walked along the canal planning to do some Banksy spotting and found this old church on the way to the London Zoo.
It is one of my favourite places in London on a sunny day - great for people watching or just a good stroll. If you're there, check out the book market, tucked under the Waterloo Bridge on Queen's Walk - second-hand and antique books, maps, illustrations.
I can't help but be mesmerised by the photos in A Beach Cottage.
It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
Sherlock Holmes (by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
via the Londonist
I have voted and posted my ballots last week. It does make you feel like the elections last quite a while, waiting almost a full week to know the results.
I am nervous. The UK economy, I feel, is hanging by a thread. The Labour were not delivering, the Conservatives and Lib Dems were too weak.
But now, we have a hung parliament. And I am losing hope.
But, then again, one thing I've learned through the years - it's not only about the government, but also about the people. It's their resiliency, adaptability that will eventually make a difference. So, no, I am not going to roll over and die just because I do not like our leaders.
I also have an unhealthy love for brand new things, especially if they're gleaming white as a lot of stuff in this store - Bruka Design. Spotted them from Chez Larsson's (check out the pictures on her blog and you'll see what I mean)
I am not going to Sweden anytime soon...and I think I just heard my wallet is breathing a sigh of relief.
I have been before, so we have missed seeing the "baths" and queuing at Sally Lunn's for lunch on purpose. Instead we've spent time walking by the canal, sampling seafood at the Riverside Cafe and Moon & Sixpence, and listening to DADIO (jazz band) at Gascoyne's place.
Ok, it wasn't all nice, I spent a bit of time stressing over First Great Western invalidating our tickets because we have to catch the next train (where here, if you miss your train and bought advance tickets, you have to buy another set of tickets - SO DON'T BUY ONLINE unless you're absolutely sure you can catch that train!). Sorry. Rant over.
