Are the ones where there’s nothing to blog.
This weekend was so, so nice that I wanted to document it so I could remember it somehow, but really, not a lot happened.
On Friday night we didn’t go out and I made steak and homemade chips (taken from the Londoner recipe – thanks Rose!) which we ate in front of Masterchef – I’m so happy that’s back, it really does cheer up my evenings, even though the amateur one is never as good as the professionals.
Saturday started with breakfast in bed and then when my boyfriend went off to football, I went to the gym, ate an omelette in front of The Hills marathon, and then watched the Grand National. My boyfriend and I had four horses between us from sweepstakes and even though at various points of the race all of them were ahead, every single one of them fell over and failed to finish – what?! It was fun, though.
I got dressed and met my boyfriend in Leicester Square. We ate at Chipotle – our relationship is based on burritos – then went to Wetherspoons across the road for low key drinks...
...which eventually led back to our flat where we stayed up all night listening to music.
We should’ve been at a party, but ended up not going, and it felt nice and relaxed and kind of luxurious to just be at home. Is that weird? Am I getting old?!
On Sunday we were both miraculously hangover free and I made a fry up, which we ate in bed, before going for a wander along the river.
We ended up in Mudchute and found a bizarre little park with chickens…
And goats, horses and sheep!
It's really strange the places you can find if you just wander about in London a bit. I'm always amazed by how you can feel like you're in the middle of the countryside, yet blunder out into the middle of the city. Which is exactly what we did.
Afterwards we had a Starbucks and went home and I let my boyfriend watch the football while I cooked us up a Mexican salad (he had his with tortilla wraps).
We had a cider on the sofa.
And then we went to the cinema and watched Starred Up, which was brilliant and deserves its own post, which I will write tomorrow.
One of the nicest, most relaxing weekends in a long time. Roll on the next one.