lazy sunday

actually, not that lazy, seeing as I got a whole new New York breakdown done, with maps and practice sentences, all while watching Ireland thrash Australia at the rugby. Got up relatively early today and got the bus to Richmond for a little light shopping. While there is a bit of spare cash, there are some things that I need - like another longish jumper. TopShop had a nice mustard one (and an even nicer wool cowled long thing, which looked great but I int spending forty quid on a jumper). Got the paper and had a proper breakfast with toast, egg, bacon and tomato at an Italian. Was doing really nicely till a rather loud couple sat at the next table. I couldn't help overhearing - no, really, they were both really loud. But I couldn't work out how they knew each other, and why they were having breakfast together, as they seemed to be relatively recent acquaintances - she'd just returned from living in somewhere ex-Soviet, and he seemed to know nothing about it. Was it a weird date? Had they been to a suburban late-thirty something's speed dating evening and was this the morning after? I never fail to be surprised by how loud the middle classes can be, and when there's no need. As opposed to the gang of lasses on the bus back to chiswick, who were obviously out of west indian households. Boy, that's a big noise! And I must do a breakdown of a young contemp londoner - ain't nuffin to do wiv cockney now.
So back to flat, read paper, re-did new york, had large bowl of quinoa and stir-fried veg (to make up for the breakfast), had thorough shower and did hair, sorted out meetings with sarah about next term, and Daron about friday (assuming there will actually be something for him to watch), and then did this.
Happy things? well - buying something that fits and looks half decent is always good.
getting another breakdown sorted always good.
Cooking - always good.
Planet Earth - ALWAYS good (though a little too much on the spider front - oh, and is there anything other than arachnids that does not have ostensibly two eyes (of course I know that flies technically have hundreds, but they are in two sets, not eight).
And best of all, YouTube. Had a good old surf last night and found loads of clips of old movies, including lots of Nicholas Brothers routines and a superb clip of Peter Sellers, in Merkin Muffley mode, chatting on the phone to someone about British accents and slipping seamlessly through a variety of London, RP and Scots. This reminds me. Must ask at work tomorrow about Voiceover demos. Well, i need something to tide me over the hols, and if my voice is my USP, then i really should try and do something with it.
Oh, and trees all looking very pretty at the moment.