It’s no secret that I love London. Despite working there Monday to Friday, I will always jump at the chance to spend some of my downtime there. Wandering the streets of the City is one of our favourite things to do; nipping down side roads and alleyways to find out where they lead and what treasures they hide. It’s been a while since we last spent a day exploring the City, so when I was challenged to explore King’s Cross and find out what it had to offer, it seemed like the perfect opportunity!
It’s been almost 2 months since I last wrote a Dear Diary post… I’m nothing if not sporadic! But I’m here now and that’s all that matters, right?
Since my last post of this type life has been full and busy. I’ve been away a few times (Stratford-upon-Avon, Crete, Shropshire and Cambridge), got engaged, had my 33rd birthday, celebrated my Mum’s birthday, went to an Elvis tribute night, got another tattoo, been without a car for a month as the engine died in a giant cloud of smoke, and had the odd few nights out with friends.
This title is a little mis-leading… I’ve actually been vegetarian for around 8-months now, but it’s taken me a little while to actually knuckle down and write this (quelle surprise!), so forgive my shoddiness and allow me a little leeway this time…
Back at the end of June, I woke as usual on a Friday morning to get ready for work. I hopped in the shower, fed and watered the animals, made a cup of tea and went back upstairs to wake Ben. However, this morning had a bit of a difference – I was surprising Ben with the news that he had to pack a bag as we were going away for the weekend to celebrate his birthday!
It’s my birthday today and I’m turning the grand old age of 33. THIRTY THREE YEARS OLD. That’s a proper grown-ups age and yet, in my mind, I feel a good decade or so younger (not in my knees though, my knees are ruined).