The first week of January is bad enough, but the second week is worse. The second week of the diet ( and new year resolutions if you bothered to make any. I did not), everyone done wishing you happy new year or sharing Christmas stories, work picks up and stresses return. This week has been pretty crappy, the full impact of half the trains through our station not stopping at London Bridge station became apparent. In addition MrS ran a three day conference which meant him getting up at stupid o’clock 3 mornings in a row and returning home late. One night he missed his stop (where I was waiting for him) so I had to drive and collect him – he wasn’t even drunk, just distracted by Twitter!
Aida and I did have a great night out with Lindsey on Monday at Brigade ( where
contraband G&T was consumed, and I had chips) but Wednesday was crap. I won’t bore you with details but it involved working from home, not working from home, a forgotten laptop lead, and another lost travel card. I finally stopped working at 7:30 and drowned my sorrows in the bath with gin. No, not in a bath of gin, with gin.
So by the end of the week were both on our knees, and the news that I’d lost a couple of pounds didn’t even really cheer me. Even the dog was a pain, waking us up early on Saturday after having been so good recently.
We started in the funky downstairs cocktail bar, a Sweet Godfather for me and a Take Me There for MrS. Sadly we only had time for one before dinner, thanks (quelle surprise) to a broken down train at Lewisham making us late. The restaurant is modern and buzzy (there was definite hipster action, although one idiot kept his hat on for his entire meal. Not hip.) and the objects d’art scattered everywhere meld well with the original retro furniture. The menu is somewhere between Italian and Spanish, and changes daily. The food is totally fantastic and the I Frati Lugana 2013 we had with it was delicious and well recommended by the sommelier.
We did NOT try this one….
It was just what we needed after a very tough week. Today has been a lazy Sunday and while I walked the dog, MrS tidied the garden. For the first time since I’ve moved here I cooked a proper meal for MrS and I’ve decided that I want to do this at least once a weekend. We have a deal that I cook when we’re in Norfolk but it doesn’t often work out like that. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy cooking when there’s no rush and continual planning of what to have and worrying about what everyone else does and doesn’t like.
We try to pack a lot into our life together but sometimes we just need to stop and have a lazy weekend.