Sneaky present posting action

Did some sneaky present posting today. Trying to keep quiet about it until it gets to its recipient!

I seem to have many loose ends to tie up at the moment, both in my work life and my personal life, so that's keeping me busy, and I'm enjoying trying to keep it all organised and under control - I get an odd sense of satisfaction from it!

In other news: I received a parcel from the wonderful Angie on the weekend. 2 discs of photos from our December travels, and some ampelmannchen cookie cutters which I'd been lusting after since Berlin! Huzzah!!

I'm now off to meet Z for a long overdue catch up over a glass of vino. Nothing better to take the sting out of your Monday. :)

Xx

kung hei fat choi!

No alarm this morning. Forgot to set one last night upon return home. I see that I managed to pour myself a pint of water with lemon juice, but didn’t actually manage to drink it.

Sort some files; hang yesterdays washing up. Curse the broken clothes airer.

The local off license provides breakfast provisions...smoked back bacon and parsley; milk & eggs. A copy of the Sunday Independent.

I’m rubbish at cooking bacon – and I forget to put oil in the pan, so my bacon sticks to the base of it, becoming bacon pieces as I chisel it off the pan. Try not to burn my scrambled eggs; while attempting to have toast pop at the right moment and not overbrew my earl grey.

I am off to meet some friends in Chinatown – it’s Chinese New Year. Chinatown is packed full of people, more than I’ve ever seen before. I try to flow through the crowd, but they are not moving. Small children lag behind their parents, garnering a swift jerk of the wrist every now and then. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for small children in a crowd like this; it would be so easy to lose them. I realise my efforts at moving in this direction are futile, so I backtrack and head west down Shaftesbury avenue. South into the Chinatown strip; the dragon has changed direction and the crowd have condensed into this street to allow ti to pass, all the while craning their necks and generally blocking the way.

I arrive only 10 mins late to meet them; K is already there and has been waiting in line for some time. S is still stuck in the crowd. We all manage to get a table after not too long and are rewarded with the most delicious dumplings I've eaten outside of Sydney’s Ashfield! Mango bubble pearl tea goes down a treat until the staff opens the side door to watch the dragon, and an icy wind gusts through the place. I try to shut it but realise two things:

_1. There is a doorstopper holding the door open, so they’ve obviously got it open for a reason

_2. There is a large cos lettuce hanging from the overdoor hinge. Welcome, 2011 – Year of the Rabbit!

And wouldn't you know it, when we go to pay I realise that my wallet’s not in my bag and have a small panic that someone has taken it out of my bag in the crowd. 

Cue K weaving her way through the crowd to an ATM and S and I fending of 6 or 7 attempts by staff to take our (short) payment plate. Quelle amusement. 

I get home to find my wallet on my bed. :)