Saturday, 11 April 2015

Post #52: Penultimate Post

I'm a little early I know. I'm excited. We're on our way out to go watch Cambridge smash Oxford in the boat race. But more than that, this is my second to last blog post of The Dare.

52 blog posts. It should be over, but there's still another week until this blog officially turns one year old. Just one week for my girls to buy that bottle of Clos d'Ambonnay. They better choose a fucking fantastic year - I've earned it!

I have rather mixed feelings now the end is here. My darling 'Culprits' made me stick with something and I did, and I discovered something marvellous in the process. I've found something I love to do, something I actually want to finish. When I typed The End on my first story, it felt just a little like coming home (but without The Lollipop's long face to spoil the homecoming).

But as much fun as this has been, I'm looking forward to taking the pressure off. Instead of wondering all week what the hell I'm going to post this Sunday, now I can simply write what I want to write. In my own time.

So what's the next chapter? Watch this space.

Monday, 6 April 2015

Post #51: Easter Weekend Party Time!

For other people, Easter weekend might be a time for chocolate and Easter egg hunts. But here at Chez de Savoie, it's all about the party!

This weekend we had two big nights out: one a work party aboard a private cruise boat on the Thames, and an even bigger night out for Sophie's birthday at Mahiki. (Hence this very overdue, unscheduled blog post!)

But it wasn't all fun and games. I also had to endure afternoon tea with my maternal grandparents at Harvey Nichols on Saturday afternoon since they decided to brave the depravity and congestion of London. Usually I'm more successful at avoiding them (I've been known to suddenly fly out of town when they announce a trip to the Big Smoke) but with so much else going on this weekend I couldn't muster up a valid excuse. That's two hours of my life I'll never get back

Luckily it only took one chocolate cocktail to erase the misery of having my job, my clothing and my lifestyle picked apart... YAY for chocktails!

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