365 in 2011

Sunday
Afternoon coffee with a friend. The sun was out & even the brickwork was in flower.


Monday
Craig, my sister, and I went for Japanese food pre-John Waters (which was a-mazing, by the way).


Tuesday
A busy day, a late night, and a terrible photo.


Wednesday
I love weddings! This one is for two of my favourite people as well. Bonus.


Thursday
Heading to work early in the morning - I had work to do before a meeting.


Friday
I very much enjoy the sun on the water. I take far too many photos.


Saturday
Entertaining myself while Craig talks bikes.


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Wanderlust

November 2009 - Japan

In the early mornings, if the weather isn't perfect and I have to skip the waterfront, I walk past two hotels and a backpackers.
Sleepy tourists, bulging bags, hotel breakfasts.
I miss travelling.

365 in 2011

Sunday
In the Backbencher, surrounded by puppets, I watched the All Blacks win the Rugby World Cup.


Monday
The next morning the Fanzone was already being deconstructed.


Tuesday
A very cheerful mural near the Wondapartment. I do not think it constitutes graffiti.


Wednesday
I saw the All Blacks victory parade & Brad Thorn raising the Web Ellis cup.


Thursday
I look out for this little guy every time I walk to work the Wakefield Street way.


Friday
My first ever blood test. Yes, first ever. I have always been remarkably healthy. Even this one was just routine.


Saturday
I bought studded loafers. Indeed I did.


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365 in 2011

Sunday
Graffiti near the wondapartment. Craig & I were headed to the supermarket for dinner. We ended up buying pizza.
Terrible plan.


Monday
Sunlight fingers through the clouds on the walk to work.


Tuesday
The decor in the Eastbourne Women's Club cracks me up.


Wednesday
My keep cup arrived. I call it Kat.
(it's because of the turquoise)


Thursday
Headed out to Eastbourne for the last time for a long while.


Friday
A strange strange day. But! There are posters everywhere for John Waters' one-man show. I'm so excited.


Saturday
Craig and I went out to see the Devil's Tongue flower. It smells like rotting meat and only flowers once every seven years. I've wanted to see one for years now.
I was mildly disappointed. We may have just caught it when the smell was waning (it comes in waves) but it didn't really smell like anything, save perhaps compost. But I am glad I saw it.


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Content

It has just turned Sunday morning. Craig is just about sleeping but I? I am sitting in our giant brown chair (far too giant for our miniature wondapartment) sipping water and listening to the city outside.

It is full of heels on pavement, this Sunday morning, the drunken bawl of men & keen of women. The low thrum of the traffic. The far off bass of a covers band. Laughter and broken glass. In a few hours the streets will smell foetid & worn.

The city is making the most of tonight.

So am I.
Sitting cool & quiet. Sipping water, bare legged, I am content.

(I could be out there. Often I am. But not tonight.)

Eastbourne. Sometimes I hate you.

But you're so damn pretty.

365 in 2011

Sunday
Stuck all the way out in Eastbourne for rehearsal. At least the weather put on a show.


Monday
I like catching the architectural features most people miss.


Tuesday
Eastbourne again. This time for sunset.


Wednesday
This dinosaur lives on my computer monitor. He falls down at least four times a week. Half of those times he falls into cold coffee.


Thursday
I bought a new iPhone sticker. And it's not one based on a photo I took. What is wrong with me?
Nothing. This one is pretty.


Friday
Met my favourite former colleague for a lunch date. The overly attentive waiter bought me a new glass of wine each time mine was down to only 1/3 full. This photo is the panicked result.


Saturday
We managed to squeeze more than 30 people into our teeny tiny flat for a birthday party/flatwarming.
There were a lot of empties on Saturday morning.


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