the most relaxing sunday

I haven't had an at-home, total relax, normal person Sunday in a very long time. I would say a few months. I've either been working, had guests, or been on trips. I know, woe is me with my burgeoning social life, but sometimes all you want is one of those rainy, lazy Sundays where you bake, eat nice food, and watch endless reruns of Grand Designs. Yesterday, the change in seasons was clear. It didn't stop raining and blustering all day long. I started the morning by baking bread and a chocolate cake, as you do, while listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack.

In the afternoon, after some unfortunate studying and note-taking and delicious lunching, we settled down for a serious Grand Designs marathon. We have a projector, which makes the experience of watching tv a million times cooler, like having a mini cinema in your living room. Add to that some serious hygelligt couch and duvet action and endless cups of tea, and you have one cosy Sunday right there, my friend. I had to take a break after about episode 3, and started doing some clearing out. I did a trial run of packing my clothes to move to the UK, and in the process filled a black bag with things I don't use or need. I can't wait to fill at least one more and bring it to a charity shop. Downsizing always feels good. 

2 more episodes of Grand Designs, some snacking on leftovers from the fridge and cupboard (it also feels good to empty endless jars of lentils and cans of things that sit in cupboards for too long!), some nice Weisbier and a bit of chatting about the future, and it was the end to a very successful, relaxing Sunday, ready for the week ahead! I can't say this week will be a bustling hive of activity, I plan on studying, hoping to secure accommodation for when I move country all too soon, and sell some items. Oh, and pack for our 3 week long trip to Croatia. The stress of life, eh ;)

This was our favourite, a Japanese-inspired home for a Japanese lady and her husband in Wales clad in Japanese larch and Scandinavian spruce

Their outdoor hot tub with the man himself

Sunday

It's been so nice having the weekend off to recuperate and relax. Today there was a lot of good breakfast eating, cycling, Arrested Development watching, tea drinking, and finally a cycle into Copenhagen. My initial plan was to go to an Irish music sessiún, as I really want to get back into regular flute playing. It was also my first cycle into Copenhagen centre from home. It's the easiest town to navigate, owing to the fact that it's absolutely tiny.

Unfortunately  the pub we wanted to go to literally doesn't exist anymore, so we headed for The Dubliner, one of the many Irish pubs Copenhagen has to offer. A coffee was 31kr (FILTER coffee) and a Guinness was more than 60kr, I amn't exactly sure much. We watched Ireland get absolutely destroyed by England in the rugby, and then we cycled home in the snow.

There's an ice rink near where we live, and there was a band playing house music, and a large crown dancing and having a great time. Denmark is so weird at times.

Goals for next week: Get a CPR number and thus administratively exist in this country,  get a library card, get a sim card, open a bank account, learn more about carpentry, sign up for a ballet class.

This right here is my baby

The Ice Rink. The band and people dancing are gathered to the left

Completely irrelevant but I did a cool swirl thing with my hair I liked

The Beginning of the End

It's finally here, our last week in London.

The digital luggage weigh-er has arrived,and basically all that's left to do is pack and then go!

Yesterday was a bit of a weird day, in the sense that it lasted for about 47 hours. In the morning we got up early after too-little sleep (working Saturday nights is something I do not enjoy) and met my friends Bob and Lydia at Workshop, a great coffee and food place in Clerkenwell. I had so much coffee I had the 'hovering above my body' feeling for a good 40 minutes after until it placed me back down on the ground and I felt a little tired. We saw this cool car on our decidedly spring-time walk after, there was a faded box of tissues and an old umbrella on the back window that looked like they had been there since the car was new.

I then had to go to work, where, three hours in, I got randomly bitten on the leg by a small dog. It bit through my jeans and made a horrible circular toothy mark that was bleeding, so I decided, after much deliberation, to do the right thing and get a tetanus shot. I got a taxi to Whitechapel Hospital and it was pretty cool to see London over ground, by car, for once.

After three hours waiting, no headphones, no phone signal, a lot of solitaire and a man 'as a meabhair' throwing obscenities at the ladies in the waiting room, I simply got a tetanus booster and a box of generic antibiotics (I won't take them but didn't say anything at the time so as to not kick up a fuss. We know how the NHS are). Probably needless, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

ON ANOTHER NOTE, as I was standing around the entrance of the pub waiting to get in a taxi, who should appear for dinner but Prince Harry and a similarly balding, fair headed chum? Oh the excitement of it all.

Ok, I'm off to do stuff. Namely, weigh my luggage.

Peace.