Thank you for being such marvellous FOQ (no, Angie, it's not rude, it's an acronym) and 'bearing with'
last fortnight when the QB was a No Show.
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| {You lot, looking for the blog post ... 💓} |
Even getting my sorry
to choir was becoming a struggle.
Luckily I had the collective amusement bureau of Charlie, Jess, Jenny and Alun to buoy me up and yes, people, I am singing
instead of 'millions' in our latest song.
And I'm doing it on purpose.
I'm naughty.
Anyway, the end of the crazy is nigh so I might actually be able to function like a hooman again by the end of this year.
No promises, mind.
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This last, er, month or so, then, I have mostly been ...
Reading 📚
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| {Spellbook of the Lost and Found | Moïra Fowley-Doyle | Thank you, Evie!} |
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| {The #1 Rule for Girls | Rachel McIntyre} |
Watching
via the magic of the Chromecast I treated myself to!
Gossip Girl
Like Made in Chelsea, but with slightly more integrity ... with the exception of Ed Westwick. Ugh. Horrible little man.
You Me Her
Binge-watched the whole series on Netflix, oh yeah. (And noticed a whopping continuity error between the end of the first series and beginning of the second, but hey, that's what I live for.)
The series is slightly saucy but very funny and quirky; Portland couple in their late thirties, Jack and Emma, decide to spice up their marriage by inviting student Izzy, part-time escort, into their lives.
Pitch Perfect and Pitch Perfect 2
Rebel Wilson's comic timing makes these films. Oh and the musical arrangements aren't too bad. Looking forward to PP3 ...
Listening ... 👂🎵
to 30 Days of Music for November (ah, ya love a 30-day music challenge, don'tcha). Want to know the tunes rocking my November boat? No? Well, you'd best scroll past the painfully curated Spotify link, then, hadn't you! ...
The criteria, for those interested parties (of which there are probably none and that's OK) is here:
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| {With thanks to Cousin Jo!} |
and I make no guarantees that there aren't repetitions from the previous 30 Days ... playlist. My world is very small.
Building my empire a bar cart 🍸
Sorry. Empire sounded more dramatic, somehow.
Not that there's a lack of drama when one is single-handedly constructing a flatpack RÅSKOG trolley, oh no ... I was cursing the very name of Ingvar Kamprad (in so many words) on more than one occasion.
However, I persevered and now this beauty has taken up residence at QB Heights! Eep!
With all the thanks to Ma QB for accompanying me and not ridiculing me even when I was carrying the world's most insanely bulky bag home ... I'm pretty stubborn. Yeah.
I should explain the Blue Star Bar reference ... Hundreds of years ago, and for one night only (although I'd do it again, girls ...), I hosted New Year's Eve at QB Heights, with Natalie, Gaby and Louise in residence; this was back when blue was the predominant colour in the flat, before red took over, and it must have not been long after I got my blue star tattoo (so, about ten years ago. Way to age yourself, QB). Anyway, for that one night only, I dubbed QB Heights the Blue Star Bar, and I'm rather pleased to have had the chance to revive the moniker again.
Spending (double) quality time ...
... with Natalie
On 27th October (which seems, like, forever ago now), I met Natalie at my favourite Tunbridge Wells haunt (yes, I pick favourites and I deserve all the judgment for it) The Barn – well, what girl can resist the lure of ...
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| {Free curly fries!} |
? Tell me that, my friends.
Admittedly on this particular night the Barn were all out of curls
so I was given chunky chips instead. (I accepted this substitution wholeheartedly, friends.)
All washed down with a cheeky Shiraz, before Natalie arrived, and I spent a lovely hour writing.
Incidentally, I should apologise for the amount of posey shots that arise out of a Night out with Natalie. I should, but I won't. We're posers and we're owning it.
Last Friday, we were Friends Reunited once more!
I booked our work's flat for us to stay in (which was slightly stymied by the epic leak coming from a ceiling pipe in the vestibule outside the flat ... ), and we spent quality time with tunes on the telly (interspersed with our middle-aged rantings on how rubbish modern music is and also, oh.my.word, could there be any more spelling/grammar errors in the text in this video, below?!
There is so much wrong with this I cannot even.
A Mars Bar to the first person who spots at least four errors in the subtitles (don't get me started on the ugly straight apostrophes and the random capitalisation, or the complete lack of hyphenation in places ...).
OK, OK. Curmudgeonly, much, QB?
Sorry. As I was saying ...
We preloaded (i.e. lined the stomachs) with nachos and some naughty, naughty shots:
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| {The Mint Aero ...} |
before dolling ourselves up, taking all the posey pre-club photos ...
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| {Got ma face did #blinkybill} |
then strutting into Tunbridge Wells (via The Barn ...)
With the exception of Bye Bye Fisticuffs, of course, which seems to have become our clubbing anthem of the year.
True to form we picked up some cheeky, cheesy chips on the way back to the flat
me being a wuss who was just recovering from a cold, and who was wearing the most un-rain-friendly coat opted to get us into a taxi, and we arrived back at the flat to find the leak had been stopped.
We shoulda known.
Someone had turned the water off.
And as we found out the next morning, it wasn't going to come on again properly until the following Wednesday.
For the purposes of this blog, I shall gloss over what happened the following morning upon the discovery of no water and no word of no water from the people turning it off (OK, I had an epic wig-out over the lack of water, and Natalie had to keep me sane and be the grown-up!).
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| {What do you meeeeeeaaaan there's no water?!??!? I need to do last night's washing uuuuuup!} |
We headed into town for a restorative brunch at the wondrous Tuck-In sandwich bar where we had a slightly more upmarket chow-down than our usual greasy-spoon fare (not that we don't love a spoon of grease, no, but change can be good too, right?).
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| {Jeremy's Home Store, emporium of disco and drunk elves} |
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| {"It's! Out! Of! Your! Control!!!!"} |
and ... I had to ask Ma and Pa to collect me and get me back to the station. Which they did and for which I'm insanely grateful.
As I am to the bay-ootiful Natalie for keeping me sane and being the voice of reason without resorting to slapping or shaking me!
I slept well that night.
Hanging with the work tribe 🍟🍸
... at workmate Holly's leaving do (noooo!) at – wait for it ... – The Barn.
And educating/plying the youngsters (o hai, beautiful Megan) with Jaffa Cake shooters, curly fries and nachos (because I sometimes pretend to be responsible in my carb-loading duties).
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| {Shout-outs to, from L–R: Emma, Mama Inger, Papa Juan, Chloe, Megan, Holly, Olivia, Molly (out of shot), and Charlie} |
Holly, we shall miss you!
Pinterest Pins of the Month 📌
STOP PRESS: Pinterest has upped its game!
Admittedly, they're still yet to make board alphabetisation something users can implement without the help of a third-party extension (Pinterest Sort, which is now working again so that's nice) but Pinterest has introduced board sections, which makes it so much easier to subdivide your boards by interest. So, under a general board entitled Food and drink, you can include ... coffee, cocktails, dinner ideas, pudding ideas ... all sorts.
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| {Pretentiously quirky section labels are optional} |
It's genius.
Less genius is the anally-retentive user (hi, that's me) who has subcategorised her boards alphabetically. Manually.
Did someone say:
Anyway.
Here are my Pinterest Picks of the month ...
Dear internet, you have inspired me none of late.
Ergo, no links.
Sorry.
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If life doesn't swallow me whole with a generous slug of gin, I'll be back in two weeks.
But in the meantime, a belated Happy Birthday to Jos (da boss)!
qb xx
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