Another Friday, another week is drawing to a close. In fact two weeks have passed since I last shared my Little Loves. It’s certainly been a fortnight of two halves – basking in glorious heat by the side of a pool one day, trudging through mud and christening my new winter coat the next. I’ve certainly got lots to share! To follow are this week’s #LittleLoves…
I’ve read more this past fortnight than I have all year, probably something to do with being on holiday.
Out of the three books I read, I would probably say that The Girl on the Train was my favourite, so much so that I devoured it in 36 hours!
Due to all the hype, I was half expecting it to disappoint but it really didn’t. Fascinating characters, a plot full of twists and turns and a satisfactory ending. What more could you ask for? Off to watch the film tonight and as I always prefer to read the book first, I now feel totally prepared.
As I’ve been away, I’ve not yet caught up on some of my favourite series – The Missing, The Fall and Ordinary Lies, to name but a few. I’m longing for a free evening to binge-watch.
What I did catch the other night, was the documentary ‘Married at First Sight’ over on Channel 4. In case you’re wondering, it is exactly as the title would suggest. 6000 love-seekers applied and 8 people were matched to their perfect (according to science) spouse. They then had to agree to not meet, contact one another or speak on the telephone, before The Big Day. Imagine never clapping eyes on your spouse until you came face to face at the church altar!
I was cringing on every level whilst watching (especially when they met the in-laws) but if you’re a nosey creature like me, this is well worth a watch.
I simply cannot let this week go by without sharing my highlight – watching/hearing Bastille at the O2 on Wednesday evening. They. Were. Amazing!
I adore Dan Smith’s voice and they sang all of my favourites (Flaws and Good Grief being right up there) and Pompeii was incredible as the finale.
We stayed until the bitter end (almost missing our last train home) but it was well worth the late night. They seemed genuinely humbled to be performing at the O2 and probably the best band I’ve ever heard sing live. We were treated to tickets by some lovely friends of ours and only able to go because another precious family agreed to provide our kids with tea and drop them home afterwards. Friendship at its best.
Probably the most striking thing I’ve been sporting all week is a sun tan. Doesn’t everything look better against sun-kissed skin? It’s years since I’ve had a sun tan so I’m making the most of every day that it lasts. I was sorry to finally lay my fit flops to rest for another year but you all know how much I adore winter boots (enough to trawl the high street stores for you and share my favourites) so they’ve been an acceptable substitute.
It’s always strange coming home from a holiday isn’t it? Sun-drenched days and cocktail-soaked evenings seem a dim and distant memory as reality hits you square between the eyes. This week I’ve found the transition particularly hard. We are preparing for a birthday at the weekend, making and attending an inordinate amount of medical appointments (if you read my other blog you’ll know why) and Christmas is looming its head already.
If I’m honest, I’ve felt a little overwhelmed by it all. But if I’ve learnt anything about myself over the years it’s this: I need to take life one bite at a time, rather than trying to stuff the whole cake in (interesting analogy but you know what I mean!).
So this is what I’ve made this week – a decision. I’m going to reduce my hours at work, just until after Christmas when hopefully life will be a bit calmer.
Have a fabulous weekend everyone. May your lie-ins be long and your chores be short 🙂