Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Back at my desk after Easter. It went so fast! We couldn't remember the last time we'd spent four whole days at home: if we hadn't got the cats we probably would have gone away somewhere. As it was, we had a really lovely relaxing weekend. James had a revelation moment as to what it's like not to think about work 24/7. We went to the sports shop and bought all kinds of crazy sporting gear to kit us out for our new healthy lives. London was lovely and bright and sunny. Up top is a picture of Fitzroy Square, where we somehow founds ourselves on Easter Sunday and which was so sunny and peaceful. And I love this old Boots sign I noticed for the first time in Camden.
Private Lives was hilarious. I love Noel Coward's snitty humour and 1930s turns of phrase. The set was deco and the costumes were all nipped waists and tea dresses by day and long languid sparkling dresses by night. As for Kim Cattrall - wow. She's an absolutely stunning woman. James treated us to front row seats, so I can confirm that from three feet away she is defying age. Her hands are less wrinkly than mine! In fact she looks better than I ever have. Bitch!
We didn't make it to the cinema or to any galleries. Lame. I remembered that I find Helena Bonham Carter a bit annoying so avoided Alice. I bought magazines and chilled with the kits instead, who almost seemed annoyed that we were at home getting in their way. Hoops was his usual lazy self. (That's him posing below.) Fred has graduated from catching worms to bringing in bees. She's going to learn that one the hard way: I took two off her this weekend. (More pics of the kits are here, if you are a crazy cat lady like me.)
How was your Easter weekend?
STOP PRESS: Just before I went to sleep after writing this post, a huge spider dropped onto my pillow! It was so big, it made a THUD! Worst spider experience ever. I'd just read the sentence in Vanity Fair's big article on Grace Kelly where she dies. What does that MEAN?! Hehe.