Reason 146927 I love my husband

I have Let Go by Frou Frou set as my alarm tone.
The lyrics are drink up, baby down but I always end up stopping it before the intro ends.
As Craig is leaving me, sleep soft & crotchety, he always says ...
Wake up, Babydoll

I prefer it that way.

Treguna Mekoides and Trecorum Satis Dee

Today? A confession.
If I'm trying to calm myself down and just stop thinking about something my mind has decided to obsess about I mutter to myself, over and over and over:
Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus
It works surprisingly well, especially if I am walking at the time.

p.s. It's falling into the final week of NaBloPoMo and so far, fingers crossed, I have posted every single day.
It's a tumbling tumult now into the final week (ish) before we leave on our trip.

My face felt ... crispy

Wearing a sequin beret (me) and many many layers (both of us), Craig and I ventured out to King's Cross St Pancras for an outdoor parade and circus.

Following signs and the frost of our breath we met with hundreds of others in a back road where we were joined by an orchestra and fantastic lanterns.







The raggedy wrapped up crowd all fell in beside and behind the lanterns and tubas and we processed (we WERE the parade!) round the roads to where the high-wires and wheel of death were set up.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs, Dammen unh Herren ...











We listened to a small hip-hop concert, transcendental french hip-hop and painfully obvious community centre uplifting lyrics hip-hop.



And then! and then there were the tissue performers. Lovely.













Here's a video!!



After two hours standing outside in the freezing cold our two-layers of everything had served us well. We made our way to a noodle bar (Chop Chop!!) by the underground and I was shocked at the puff of cold air that escaped from my handbag as I put my gloves away.









And by Sequin Beret? I mean Sequin Beret.



(Craig hates it. I lovelovelove it)

Mother Mary comforts me ... speaking words of wisdom ...

Songs that I hope will be removed from the playlists of the buskers in the Tube stations:

1. Yesterday - The Beatles
2. Let it Be - The Beatles
3. My heart will do on - Celine Dion
4. Scarborough Fair - uhmmm
5. Time of your Life - Greenday
6. Daydream Believer - The Monkees
7. Mamma Mia - Abba
8. ANY SONG by ABBA

In which, I might just creep you out.

One day, not too long ago, I arrived home from work and Craig told me that a package had arrived for me.
"Oo! That'll be my human-hair necklace!" I said.
"Eew." was his only reply.





Made by Stephanie Simek.
She also has the prettiest handwriting ever.





I put the necklace on and came out to show Craig ...
"Oh. That is kind of cool".



Yes. It really is.

Tonight I am slightly falling apart. Just a little loose and teary.
And there is really no point in complaining my head off (oh please don't tell me that nothing I write here has a point. I might just cry) so here are ten quite interesting things I have learnt recently.

All thanks to my latest obsession: Qi.

1. After Sir Walter Raleigh's execution, his head was embalmed and presented to his wife. She carried it with her at all times in a velvet bag.
(I plan on doing this. Haven't told Craig yet. I'm sure he won't mind.)

2. There is a disease called Argyria which is linked to the intake of silver particles diluted in water, the most obvious symptom of which is a conspicuously blue skin.

3. Death by being hit by an asteroid is almost twice as likely as being struck by lightening.

4. The smallest dog on record was a Yorkshire Terrier that was 6.5cm (2.5 inches) high at the shoulder and .5cm (3.75 inches) long from nose to the root of its tail.

5. The last veteran of the Crimean War, which ended in 1856, was a tortoise called Timothy who died in 2004.

6. Almost every Banana we eat has been propagated by hand. Most banana plants have not had sex in 10,000 years and their genetic material has not changed in 100 centuries. As a result they are extremely susceptible to disease. Unless a genetically modified version can be developed soon, all bananas may become extinct.
(Maybe they'll stop sneaking them into EVERY SINGLE FRUIT SMOOTHIE EVER)

7. Hawthorn flowers have a heavy, complicated scent, the distinctive element of which is triethylamine, which is also one of the first chemicals produced by a dead human body when it starts to decay.
(is it wrong I now want to get a Hawthorn plant??)

8. Triethylamine is also the smell of sex: specifically of semen; hense its positive association with wild springtime rogering outside in the fields.
(then again, maybe not.)

9. The latin name for Turkey is Meleagris gallopavo which means 'Guinea-fowl chicken-peacock'.

10. Pistachios are deadly dangerous. They are classified under Class 4.2 of the International Maritime Dangerous Goods code: Flammable Solids (Substances Liable to Spontaneous Combustion). Fresh pistachios, if stacked under pressure can burst into flames and cause a cargo fire.

	Days to go
fauxmas	10 days
Cinderella	13 days
Marilyn Manson	14 days
Arriving Hong Kong	15 days
Arriving Auckland	21 days
Arriving Wellington	29 days
Craig arrives in Wellington	36 days
San Francisco	51 days
2nd Anniversary	54 days

We know we're not sane late at night. Now not early morning either ...

I have to wake up for work at about the same time Craig has to leave for work.
(The perks of living near Craig's work and well, I just work a later shift.)
This leads to me being sleep soft and insane, and Craig wishing he could still be in bed while he says goodbye to me.

Craig: be happy today. be happy like a Rose.
Me: ... huh?
Craig: because Roses are happy.
Me: ... uh? oh. I thought you said be happy like a ho.
Craig: No. They're often grumpy.

I really ... have no excuse.
I hate talking when I'm half asleep.
It takes me at least an hour to be alive & able to have an actual conversation.
I think Craig is just kind of crazy.

I arrived home on a cold cold raining London evening to a hu-uge package from one of my most favourite people (Kitty Kat).

Two times bigger than my head and filled with photos & bath treats & incense that smells like cake (!) as well as biscuits and sweets from New Zealand. I think it might be the most heartfelt care-package I've ever received.

It's also almost the only care-package I've ever received. But that's besides the point.

My first thought? Oo! a package. How sweet.
My second thought? Ee!! Snifters!!

While watching a show about the ocean ...
Craig: S*, can we get a Turtle!?!
S: Sure! it can live in the bathtub.
Me: uhh ... it might make showering difficult.
Craig: hmm.



Two days later ...
Me: I bought a present for the flat!
Craig & S: Oo. What is it?
Me: A Turtle!!



S: What'll we call it?
Me: Sheldon!

I heart Muji. He now lives on top of our free-view box, on top of the television.



* S = flatmate.

You can't always get what you want ...

Seen at the Tottenham Court Road tube station:

A couple kissing. Well, rather, a girl being kissed.
She's staring at the Take That poster over his shoulder. I wonder if he knows.