A bank holiday weekend, meaning more time for many things.
Planning, organising and executing a lot of tiny but overdue projects at home.
Getting back to the gym following our holiday. I’m enjoying spinning more and more.
Knowing I’ll be getting into a bed with fresh sheets tonight.
Date night, which we haven’t done for weeks because of holidays and other commitments.
Cleaning the shower drain. Begone, horrible gunky muck.
More decluttering. More tidying. More organisation.
Burgers for lunch and an evening out to look forward to.
Having no odd socks whatsoever.
Shredding papers that need to go.
We tried two new things on Saturday, which was our proper Valentine’s Day because I had The Longest Working Week ever. The combination of a lot of hours in the office and the tail end of a bad cold wasn’t the best. Thankfully we had the anticipation of a nice date night to keep me going.
We had been to the former eatery that was the Hot Stove several times. Our last meal there had been pleasant but not especially memorable. I read a review of the new iteration some weeks ago and it prompted me to book a table before we went to the theatre. Mr. Fox was really enjoyable and the food was far better than we’d expected. The wine is decanted from casks into nice chunky bottles which suits my zero waste leanings. The food was delicious and we treated ourselves to oysters before our starters. I’ll be trying the deer tartare if I get the chance again.
After this lovely meal, we went to see Jacques Brel Is Alive And Well And Living In Paris in the Gate. I’m not quite sure what I was expecting but I wouldn’t rush back. The singing was good but it wasn’t something we’d rave about. However, a night at the theatre is always a good time and we’re already planning our return to see a Noel Coward play.
Almost every Saturday night we cook together while listening to opera on the radio. We cook the same thing, pasta with a sauce made from garlic, anchovies, chilli and lemon juice, drink wine and talk. It is one of my favourite times of the week and the rituals we’ve developed around it are really important to me. This Saturday night, however, we get to go out and I can’t wait. It makes going back to work tomorrow after a nice long winter break much easier to bear.
Sometimes we like to have a date at lunch. We both have busy jobs and neither of us can take a long lunch, so on the rare occasions its possible we like to take advantage. Today we went to what’s become one of our go-to places, l’Gueuleton. I never pass up a chance for moules frites and himself had a really tasty mackerel salad. It’s always a cosy, relaxing spot and that neither of us had to return to work afterwards owing to time off the glasses of wine we also enjoyed went down very well.
The talks rumble on, for which I thank the various groups involved, as it means a less pressurised work schedule and, therefore, more opportunities for lunch dates with my husband. Today I happened to get to our agreed location first and chanced upon Zakura. We love sushi, but haven’t had it for a long time so I decided to give it a go.
We really enjoyed our lunch. We had sashimi to start and both went for the bento box, which was a nice mix of chicken meatball type things, beef stirfry, rice and two pieces of sushi. We were so full afterwards we declined coffee and didn’t need anything to eat until much later on. It was very good value and we’ll be coming here again. As long as the negotiations keep on rolling fruitlessly along.
One of the perks of my current holiday period is being able to meet my husband for lunch. We usually end up eating close to where he works, but decided to try somewhere new today. We had lunch at Juniors, which was delicious. I ordered for both of us while waiting for him to dash out from a meeting. We had sandwiches, soup and salad, all of which was delicious. The only downside was we were both incredibly full after the very large portions. We’ll be back, but I may stick to a salad next time. I love lunch dates, and we resolved to have more of them. Definitely an orchid of a day.