All these things that I've done

Hey kids, have you all had a lovely weekend?

I spent most of yesterday sorting through things.  I tell you what, this Spring clean is going to take all Spring to finish at this rate.  Yesterday was the turn of the shoes and books.

I suspect when I'm older I might end up in a house or even a room surrounded by heels and childrens books if my collections are anything to go by.  Despite this, and instead of being appalled at my ridiculously large collection of Havaianas I instead daydreamed of new offerings on their website and thought of flip-flop covered summer feets.

After that I decided to dust off my books and flick through all the niceness.  I had a lovely time looking at my Beatrix Potter Journal then I got told off for not putting more effort into tidying so dusting commenced.  I think I need some whole days to just sit and look through 'my things'.  I'm so lucky to have such nice treasures.

Other things which have taken up my time lately:-

• Going out with the boro lasses into Leeds.  We went to Viva Italian which was super lovely and the waiters said Prego quite a lot so I instantly felt like I was on holiday in Roma again.  It was a really tasty meal, very authentic and totally reasonable, five stars.  
• Wondering when it became acceptable to wear french knickers and a top as a 'going out' outfit.  On said night out with boro lasses we encountered a lady wearing just pants.  Is that on trend now?  Lots of "ooh young girls today" and "they must be cold dressed like that" ensued.    
• Still on said night out (are you noticing a pattern here) we went to a gay bar.  I have never been to a gar bar before but it was ace.  Music was as camp as christmas and the drinks were cheap - and, the highlight, bar staff were in boxer shorts.  It was a little tricky placing an order let me tell you.  The lovely young man that served me muttered something to me after I'd ask for our drinks.  I sort of zoned out (I was just wondering what washing powder he uses) and when I came round, I'd apparently agreed to doubles.  Those crafty good looking pant wearing bar people! 
• Questioning - when did 90s indie music become football chants?  This is a point we were pondering after several rounds on the hardcore dancefloor at The Stone Roses Bar.  If you like rowdy fist pumping to The Smiths, and are prepared to be one of maybe 10 or so girls, this is definitely the club for you.  If you prefer to bust some more elegant moves, avoid.
• Preparing for Juli and Matt to visit with Queen Lolaface.  Poppy is already a little bit scared but I've told her that she can have lots of tuna to compensate and she's stopped pacing the floor now which is a move in the right direction. 
• Hoping that it will be lovely weather by the time we go to Poland next month.  It's been -19 there according to father, I'm a little scared of such temperatures.  In fact, I was moaning that it has been a little chilly the day I spoke to him at 7 degrees.  He kind of trumped me.  A lot. 
• Trying not to think about the flight from here to Poland to enjoy said trip.  Deep breaths.  Calming deep breaths.  Argh. Argh - repeat. 
• Trying doubly hard not to think that I will have to endure another flight in May to Portugal for my sister's hen do.  SUPER excited about that, although I might have to have someone knock me out, BA style.
• Looking forward to my boyfest at McFly in a few weeks.  No plans for knicker throwing as yet, things might change - heck maybe we'll even dress in them. 
• Speaking of boy bands I have been wondering why TakeThat have decided to merge Kinks, Sunny Afternoon and Gorillaz Feel Good Inc in their verse of Kidz.  Anyone?  I took an executive decision and I'm not going to the gig in July now.  I think I might have finally grown out of them.  Sad times.    
• Lusting over pancakes on the BBC food recipe site.  How are you going to have yours this year?  I suspect we will just have sugar and lemon as is traditional.  I wonder if I could get away with eating just pancakes from now until Easter? 

And....because I was too drunk to take any decent pictures of my night out, here's a picture of my cat shooting lasers at me (destroying my camera focus) because I told her off for sleeping on my clothes.  Pew!  Pew!