My roller skates finally arrived, so after work on Friday, Tom and I hit up Kensington Gardens to go for a skate. The good news is that I didn’t fall over but it will take some practice. My Mum did rollerderby back in the 70′s and my Dad use to play ice hockey professionally, so balance should be in my genes. We rewarded ourselves with a sushi picnic afterwards as we watched the sun set over London. As it was getting dark, there was a lady doing yoga in the grass and an Italian man skated past us, did a double take at her, looked at us and then said “ah, it must be summer, I loves it!” and skated off.
We met Oxfam DIY at Fashion Week and they told us to come and check out their store in Camden, so we stopped by on Saturday and T found a pair of brand new twisted Levis. I loved their knitted granny square dressing room curtains.
We discovered peanut butter pretzels while we were in NY and have been craving them ever since we got back, so we took a very long trip up to Muswell Hill, where they have a shop that sells them. It was a lovely posh area of London, which had lots of antique shops.
We then walked up to Alexandra Palace (or Aley Pally as we locals like to call it), which always remind me of the Dr Who episode with it in.
The view was pretty but the streets surrounding it were filled with boy racers blasting their stereos – that reminded me of home.
Afterwards we went for milkshakes at Tinsel Town Diner in Farringdon, where I had a Reese’s peanut butter cup milkshake. You can order any chocolate bar and have it turned in to a milkshake – I want to try a Mint Aero and Dime Bar next. It was a pretty tacky diner, but if it’s your birthday, you can order an ice cream sundae with sparklers and they present you with an Oscar, while the TV screens show a clip of celebrities wishing a “happy birthday to everyone at Tinsel Town” (which really misses the point). We wouldn’t go for our own birthdays, but maybe we’ll celebrate CO+K’s next birthday there.
On Sunday, Tom took me on the hunt for the perfect gin & tonic (to be served with cucumber), which he’d read was at The Clifton, a fancy old pub near where we live.
On the way home tonight, Tom saw Nicola Roberts from Girls Aloud struggling to walk in heels on our cobbled street, which makes me feel better for falling over on my heels all the time.




















































