Saturday, 23 October 2010


Tomorrow we're leaving for here for the next two weeks. I think it'll be pretty good...

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

I want...

I've fallen in love with these:

I must have them. I will have them.

Postscript: My lovely Flys will be delivered tomorrow :)

Sunday, 17 October 2010

Our last weekend...rather final

 Saturday night Gin cocktails at the Merchant Bar
 Sunday Lunch Seabass at Mourne Seafood Bar. I had to cover his face with leaves.
 Sunday afternoon drinks at Kelly's


A winter warmer hot whisky

We've been trying to make the best of our last week or so in the city. Friday evening was Victoria Square and a whole (free) chicken in Nandos...we paid a visit to Georges Market, had dinner at James Street South on Saturday eve after a pint at the Crown...followed by cocktails at the Merchant. 

Pudding at James Street South - lovely, just like a big bowl of sweets!

Victoria Square from Nandos

St Georges market

Georgies Market

Clarendon Quay in the Autumn

James Street South
Today, after packing a few boxes in preparation for our move, we lunched at the Mourne Seafood Bar, and did the customary stops at Kelly's Cellars and Maddens.

I'm probably going to be a wee bit quiet on the blog front this coming week (and then two weeks after that) as we're moving home...and then straight after that, we're away to the Maldives for two weeks.

So give it a month.

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Held hostage

Late last night and we’re laying on the couch in front of the telly and Lee gasped, I followed his gaze towards the biggest spider sauntering towards us on the living room floor. I grabbed hold of his shoe, horrified...he protests, but I wasn't about to use my flimsy shoe! So I threw a large plastic mixing bowl on top of it. We put a heavy piggy bank on top of the upturned bowl in case the brute managed to muscle his way out before we could decide what to do with him.

For forty five minutes we sat deliberating our predicament, the horror of the situation not lost on either of us.

I sensibly suggested we leave the mixing bowl as a permanent feature on our living room floor until we move, or we could call for help...the police or the fire brigade, his mum...Aidan even, he’s tough!

But we couldn’t sleep knowing it was there.

So Lee bravely slid some plastic under the bowl, together we slid the bowl, the spider and the plastic sheet into a bin bag, opened our sliding door and checking below to make sure no one was around, grabbed up the bag and hurled it from our fifth floor window. We jumped back from the window, shocked and doubled up in laughter.

Monday, 11 October 2010


I found this on the way from the Duke of York to the Spaniard.

Sunday Funday – pulled intercostal muscle edition

(Or otherwise Sunday Funday - steaks and pubs)
Sirloin and potato gratin
I slept in late and Lee brought me in a cup of tea and a slice of avo toast and my net book.

I finished reading Noleens mommy’s book, which I will write a review on soon, as she is keen for feed back. I sobbed a little over it even though I knew the ending. I lazed in my kitty pyjama bottoms and Doors t-shirt in front of the telly. Then Lee kicked me out to go shower.
We walked the mile or so to Aidans new place where he cooked sirloins and potato gratin and red cabbage and we sat in the living room with our wine and some Spotify, my short legs dangling off the edge of his large couch, not long enough to reach the floor. Big peoples couches.

Sunday lunch

We ended the night at three pubs, The John Hewitt, The Duke of York and The Spaniard. The Spaniard plays the most awesome music and we wondered why we hadn’t frequented it more over the last year. They also make pretty great Gin & Tonics with a huge slice of cucumber.

At the Spaniard

I’m really excited for what we’ve called Sunday Funday – The Ballymena Editions, complete with trips up to the coast and parks and making the best of the pubs that Ballymena has to offer.
It’s not all doom and gloom.

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Have a little patience

Saturday late afternoon Lee asks me how long it'd take me to ready myself to go out, I should wear something nice, a dress or a pretty top. He'd booked us a table at Tedfords. We feasted well and shared a bottle of wine, walked over to McHugh's for another drink before home. 

Music night ensued at home. 

We danced together to some cheesy Take That...Lee: "We're pretty shit at this aren't we, but I think that's because you dance kinda funny."


Wednesday, 6 October 2010

And chestnuts gently roasting

Season changes are rather awesome. They’re also pretty dramatic in this hemisphere. Autumn has arrived and the trees are all orange and yellow and red...and it’s cold and getting pretty dull.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like a fool walking from the train station this morning. Elodie mentioned chestnuts which immediately conjured up the colourful image of children roasting chestnuts over a fire and then the street vendor in his bright red and decorated cart selling roasted chestnuts in the snow on the streets of York in December 2008. I pulled my coat closer around me and smiled the rest of the walk.

Monday, 4 October 2010

More old photos

I wish I could get away with wearing a dress like this still.

Mossel Bay, sometime in the eighties.
When my parents could have been forgiven for thinking I'd grow into a blonde bombshell. Me and Bowser around 1984/5.

I could have become a mathematician / scientist or engineer. I just got distracted with music and boys at an early age...not quite so early as this though (but not too much after either).

This is what I remember whenever I think of us as kids. This stripey blanket, our own mugs, cosy 'jammies and being blonde.
I was already practising my 'slightly sideways' pose

Old photographs - rat cake?

I went through all the old baby pictures my mom has in an old biscuit tin and had to laugh (again) at my first birthday cake. I'm assuming this is my first birthday party, mostly because of the one lone candle on my cake (and the lack of hair upon my head).

I enlarged the part with my cake, it's still not very clear, but I think you can make out the little marshmallow mice what decorate the top*.

Below is Yvonnes first birthday cake. Yvonne got a pretty butterfly cake, sides iced and decorated with Smarties. I got rat cake.

*In my mommy's defence, I apparently liked marshmallow mice and she thought she was doing me a favour. I'm sure it was a delicious cake. So thank you marmee...

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Local IS lekker

I think we did too much in two weeks in South Africa. I took too many pictures and we did too much, and now I don't know where to start.
Spionkop Nature Reserve
We chilled with my ma and pa lots, we braai-ed, we sunned ourselves and drank beer and local wine, we visited with friends and braai-ed some more, we shopped, we ate too much red meat, and road tripped and meandered in the Midlands, we jumped over the warm waves in the Indian Ocean and safari-ed on horseback...we lazed on leather lounges and drank cocktails, we were offered a lot of drugs at the casino and lost whatever we gambled.

Rietvlei Zoo Farm in Alberton

I brought back a whole lot of clothes from my old bedroom cupboard, cds and books, jewelry and old diaries filled with teenage angst which I can't wait to get to reading. And old photographs from childhood, hundreds of photographs!

Ushaka beach Durban

Horse back safari - Spionkop Nature Reserve
Rietvlei Zoo Farm
Flip...we did a lot more than that.
But I don't really know where to start. So I'll save it for when there's more time!

Saturday, 2 October 2010

Leaving home again

There's not been time (or fast enough internet) to blog while away. By tomorrow night, with any luck, I'll be all updated. It's gone fast, and it's been HOT. I do love this place.