the only way out is to sleep and to dream

Sorry about the radio silence chaps, i've been mucho busy visiting the almost better half and just generally faffing around, being a sod *eats jelly bean*.

Anyway, it's st. valentine's day and even though i have a hearty ball and chain, the day still sucks be-hind. The old "i don't celebrate valentine's day, i don't need just one day to show you i love you" jarg made a full appearance, like as if all the people who do celebrate it are complete and utter bastards to eachother, except on that day - nah. Anyway, i haven't celebrated our bearded saint's holiday for almost five years now, so it doesn't really bother me as i've never had anyone special enough around, it's just the other people talking about what they'll be doing - not even the money side of it - just spending together and yadda yadda yadda, which jack and i did over the weekend, so i'm a satisfied bunny. This is not me being a bitter, old, werther's originals chewer, it's just me expressing my hate for that weak, generic 'reason' for not celebrating it that more and more people use. I think, after it was mentioned by sarah on burn the blonde, ashton kutcher has the right idea "i think every day should be a day of romance, then, on valentine's day, you should get to tell whoever you hate that you cannot stand them. There would be one day of hating, and 364 days of love".

*blog post mood uplift*

Zoe, once again, came to visit moi on london. We had garfunkle's for lunch, i ate tons of sweeties and danced in public, she collected numerous tourist-y photos, like so (didn't quite work, but you get the idea);

 

So that was wednesday down, i get very bored in london in the week because jack's in work until five, so i try to see as many friends who are in close proximity as possible. I didn't do anything on thursday though because there was major sky-wee, so i played plants vs. zombies, worms and watched arrested development then jack was off work on the friday. A rad weekend closely followed, i  dug into yet another garfunkle's meal, courtesy of the jackster and he spent the whole weekend just generally being a good boyfriend. He gets a mental gold star, what a dude. 

I hope you are all good, sorry again about the blog lapse, there'll be a giveaway soon on voodle to say sorry AND to thank you to all of you, you good looking bunch, you.

Peace out.