all in good time

Into the third week of October already.

Only 11 weeks to the New Year. My birthday falls on a Friday the 13th next year which gives me a ridiculous amount of pleasure.

Only 7 weeks until I see the parents and head to India, where I will spend the first week ill and emaciated and the second eating cornflakes, aloo puri and wine made by my eldest azou. I can't wait.

Only 6 weeks to Thanksgiving, the best American holiday and the only one I always want to celebrate. I'd like to have a dinner but I don't think I could cook for that many people myself. I thought it could be a small thing but when I count the people I would/should invite, the bare minimum is 11 and it would end up being more like 16. Can I enlist the aid of Wonderwoman for this one? Oh yeah, I've never cooked a 20lb bird before...

Only 2 weeks before Maya and Momma Russia arrive. Toby is so excited. Mango Tree, Mamma Mia, spa treatments, ritual Spitalfields browsing. What else will the weekend bring? How did UT and Aiesec descend on London this fateful year?

Time to slow a bit, but cool grey days have that effect on me. It's nice to wake up and drink my bialetti cappuccino, watching Marzie cook breakfast for her boyfriend, smelling the incense waft out the window. The last few weeks I've hardly seen the flat, only been home directly from work a handful of times, and making the most of the graduates' presence at work at the expense of my core friends. Ah well, all in good time.