What with my current forced upon unemployment, I almost feel guilty enjoying my weekends, but enjoy it I did. With M usually working 80 hours a week, I generally would do my own thing come week end. However, since my arrival back from Paris, M has taken to keeping the time free for me, which is lovely. Even though our peace remains precarious, I still get taken aback the way that even when doing the ordinary stuff, your heart can lurch with how much you love somebody. He drives me crazy at times, and is irritating as hell, but I wouldn't want to be irritated by anyone else but him. I am really too much of a daydreaming romantic for my own good, I fear. Ah well.
We started Saturday off with a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs and avocado on the words best fresh grain bread, then it was time to wander over to the Tate Modern to check out the latest exhibitions (Gilbert & George & a weird slippery dip installation piece). In all honesty, I am not a particularly big art aficionado. I love going to galleries, and appreciate and respect diversity of expression, but if you start on at me as to how Tracey Emin's "Bed" somehow illustrated "A sort of disguised genius and showed her fragile yet resiliant inner exterior" (hypothisised words of an art critic); I might just have to kill myself. Well, maybe not, but if you ask me it's just a bit too wanky.
What followed was a nice cold pint with a pub lunch, a wander through London and dinner at my absolute favourite Vietnamese restaurant in London. Cay Tre - The Vietnamese Kitchen. Just around the corner from my house, this haven of goodness can be found at 301 Old Street, EC1. This place has seriously amazing Pho (Noodle Soup) as well as deliciously tasty steamed rice paper rolls that are filled with marinated beef and salad and served with a dipping sauce.
Sunday was a lazy day of reading, baking and cleaning the house. Bliss.
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Sounds delightful. Weekends like that are the bestest.
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