11 March 2016

Friday figments and photos: March mischief

I discovered a long time ago that when I'm nervous I giggle too much and flap my hands about whilst talking. In fact by the end of a conversation I'm almost dancing in sentences - catch my flailing arms and I won't be able to talk. One of my friends just stares at my hands as we chat because she knows it flusters me.


That's why I love her...

Why did I feel like sharing that? I'm not even sure...no wait, it was probably the people I've put faces to Twitter with this week. I tried to restrict the Macarena grooves but it was still there at the delectable House of Ho in Fitzrovia.



I've also been hanging out on the roof of One New Change (in between remiscing about The Little Yellow Door, a Notting Hill cocktail bar and ranting about blogging in general and succulents in particular)


The 'do we wait 2 hours for a minute of bouncing in an adult bouncy castle' shuffle (the answer was no but tempted)...


 A samba of pre-coffee brunch at The Fable...


And this is the 'cat get out of the way, oh you're not moving because of the sunshine, fine, I'll go out another door then' dance of feline slaves the world over...




How has your week been?

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