Southbank

As we all know, it has been the most glorious week. The skies have been clear and the sun bright. Granted, it has been a little chilly outside of direct beams of sunlight, but it has been the sort of weather which makes me smile to myself as I'm walking, which in turn means that people smile back (they think you're smiling at them, it gets a bit awkward if you don't actually know said people, but hey, it's sunny and so smiling is nice)

And yesterday I enjoyed the sun in the best possible way. I'd finished work, and was planning a rather mundane afternoon of walking home, waxing (bikini and eyebrows) and packing (for my HOLIDAY!!) and then an early night (starting work at the dreaded hour of 4am).

And then Mini rang. And was in Waterloo. And I was in Waterloo, and so it was too good a coincidence to pass by, and we had to meet. Now, if you do not know Waterloo, it is a maze. You only have to look at the vicinity to get lost. There are exits and entrances hidden away, there is the Eye and the bridges, National Theatre and Royal Festival Hall, the river and some grass...

I am smug in my uncanny knowledge of the area. Poor Mini was not. After 20mins I finally spotted her (she was wearing red, and I suddenly got a sense of being part of a real life, giant Where's Wally). I was on the balcony outside The Royal Festival Hall. She was down by the water. We finally managed to both be on the balcony, with chilled glasses of white wine, sunglasses and a direct view of the river and the sunset. Perfect.

Dizzee

This week at work Dizzee Rascal came in. I like Dizzee. I like his music. I like his interviews. I like his hats.

And this week I met him. And he did not disappoint. He was clever, and funny and charming. And, best of all he is a man of similar stature to my own