I know, I’ve been neglecting you.  I’ve been letting other things get between us.  If I were you, I’d break up with me.

I know this will sound like an excuse, but I have been meaning to write.  The other day I had big plans to discuss kitchen politics with you.  Yesterday I was going to tell you about my diet (which isn’t much of a diet, it simply means cutting out chips/crisps, sweets and alcohol).  Yet over a week has passed since I last wrote, and the only real excuse I have for ignoring you is that… well, I’m seeing another blog.  I know, it’s heartbreaking, but when push comes to shove I had to pick the blog that needed me most!  You, being so strong and independent, don’t need round the clock attention.  The other blog meanwhile is still young, still foolish - I have to keep an eye on her all the time.  I know what you’re thinking, I’ll probably regret my decision in the long run, but the thing is, what if I don’t?  This could be the beginning of a wonderful relationship!

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I do still think of you, and I wish things could be different.  Maybe we could try seeing each other part time, on the sly?  My other blog doesn’t need to know…!

Sincerely,

Amy.

Top: Menu mistakes - who serves an apricot tart with green beans and potatoes?

Bottom Left: The Victoria & Albert Museum

Bottom Right: Crockery on sale in the V&A Museum Shop

I’m finally improved from my strange virus which, as it turns out, school children all over North Wales have been suffering from as well. On Tuesday Rob and I journeyed down to London - he had a meeting and I wanted to go shopping and sight-seeing - and we came back late yesterday afternoon. I do dearly love London despite all her ugly quirks (the pollution, the crime, the crowds), but it was nice to hop back on the train yesterday and hear the lilt of Welsh accents.

Tuesday afternoon we caught the tube to Westminster in the vain hope that the Abbey would be open for visitors (it wasn’t). We decided instead to have a pint in a pub we know down the road, which was where we spotted the grave menu mistake you can see in the photo above. I don’t know about you, but when I have dessert it certainly doesn’t come served with vegetables!

Tuesday evening we met up with some old friends who took us to a funky Hungarian/Italian restaurant that had puppets hanging from the ceiling. I ordered the haloumi bruschette, only to be presented with some pieces of haloumi and vegetables on a shishkebab stick. I’m not sure how they came to the conclusion that a bruschette involved skewers.

Wednesday I was on my own as Rob had his meeting, so I caught the tube to Marble Arch and had a wander down the Primark-end of Oxford Street. Then I caught the tube to South Kensington and visited the V&A, one of my favourite museums. I spent a lovely few hours wandering around all the random bits and pieces they have on show there, and then sat out in the V&A courtyard (bottom left of the picture above). The V&A Museum shop is a sight to behold, I found so many things there I wanted including the tea accessories above (bottom right).

We then caught the train back up - it’s four hours from London to North Wales - and watched St Petersburg trounce Rangers in the UEFA final last night. I have so much work it’s coming out my ears and we’ve got a busy weekend ahead - help!

Apologies for the lack of updates lately.  I have some sort of mystery virus that includes feeling queasy all the time, having an absolutely splitting headache, and feeling like my brain is too big for my skull.  I’m almost convinced it’s glandular fever, but who knows.  Anyway, updates will be less frequent than usual until I’m feeling a bit brighter!