These are things I’ve done this week:
- Discovered where my nearest Hobbycraft store is.
- Played about with beads and pins and polystyrene balls.
- Watched Guardians of the Galaxy.
- Bought a new bike.
- Bought a superior bike lock.
- Learnt how to play Werewolves.
- Picked a new housemate.
- Become the owner of a pair of skinny jeans that don’t have an elasticated waistband.
- Made a bake-off inspired cardamom, coffee and pistachio swiss roll with my friends.
- Learnt that it’s cardamom and not cardamon.
- Crocheted a lot.
- Discovered that blush wine is a thing.
- Learnt that I like blush wine.
These are the things I haven’t done this week:
1. Drink chai latte in a trendy cafe in Shoreditch. Worry that enjoying this makes you a hipster. Get told that dating a boy with a sleeve of video game tattoos means you’re already there.
2. Think you can walk across the city in the same way you can if you want to get to the other side of Oxford. Walk for an hour, get no closer to where you want to go. Get on a tube anyway.
View from the flat, and some of the vehicles that stopped me sleeping.
3. Be kept awake all night by the sound of traffic. Seriously, do people never stop going places round here? It’s 3am: stop driving.
This mirrors my own thoughts about food.
4. Visit the Vikings: life and legend at the British Museum. Lose concentration and start thinking about lunch. Discover that people have been doing this forever. (This point sells the exhibition short. It’s actually really good: you should go. If you want a better write up, read the thoughts of the person I saw it with).
Harriet takes a break from taking photographs to be in one.
5. Be tourists by walking for hours taking pictures of the outside of everything, but not paying to go inside. Only go into the National Gallery to use the toilet.
Apparently this means wife cake (hurrah for Cantonese speaking boyfriends).
6. Go to Chinatown and eat the funniest sounding pastry you can find.
7. Get on the bus back to Oxford because there is no place like home.