Sunday mornings: tired, lazy, lie-in-bed-reading-the-newspaper time. This week, reclining with a cup of tea proved impossible. I had made plans. Thankfully, they weren’t too taxing…
Brunch at The Wolseley // Three friends and I just made the breakfast slot. We were seated up on the balcony of the renovated car showroom rather than on the main floor. This really thrilled me – each time I’ve visited I’ve wondered who gets the table with a bird’s eye view. It turns out it’s just democratic pot luck.
I stuck to herbal tea, though my friend Ellie’s Bloody Mary might’ve been a better choice after the excesses of the previous night. The egg-white omelette I had, however, hit. the. spot. Delicious.
A Mosey around Notting Hill // Walking around my old neighbourhood fills me with the longing to return. The little (and some not-so-little) pastel houses and boutiques that line the streets make me feel entirely at home and my conversation generally ran along the lines of ‘I miss it here,’ ‘do you fancy moving back here?’ and other such tedious remarks.
Lunch at The Westbourne // I lie. Lunch was just a little bit of pitta and humous washed down with a glass of Pimm’s. The real reason for heading here, nostalgia aside, was to work on a little five-year plan with my husband. A session earlier in the year hosted by Radical founder Liz Edlich inspired me, but it transpired that planning five years required a little longer than two hours (who’d have thought?!), so we will continue next weekend.
Gorging at Melt // I long for the day to come when I walk down Ledbury Road without surrendering to the lure of Melt. It was not to be yesterday – I ate a good five while reading The Dinner at my sister’s flat down the road. I can’t say I regret a single morsel.
Home for Dad’s birthday // After grabbing a ‘Cleansing Greens’ juice at Planet Organic to counteract the sugar rush from the chocolate, it was time to go and have some more sugar in the form of cake with my dad. As he was working at his restaurant, Tiroler Hut, on his birthday (at 76!), we’re celebrating this evening properly instead…
I hope you all had a good Sunday too and, for those of you feeling a little stressed, here’s a photo of Maggie the labrador right after I told her to go to bed last night. Misery loves company.
