It's been almost 4 weeks since we've moved into the new apartment. We're settling quite nicely I think, and the house is looking more homey now.
We hosted our first Grand Prix gathering for the Valencia Grand Prix last Sunday. We decided that everything had to be themed, the food, the drinks, so we had a huge shop at Tesco for tapas and ingredients for sangria. Stuart made the sangria, which turned out quite lethal. It was also an incredibly hot day, so after the race, we sat outside on the balcony sunning ourselves.
Last week was uneventful work-wise. Wasn't mega happy about some stuff, but hey, everyone has bad days at work. Also managed to register successfully at the NHS health centre near the new apartment.
On Friday, Barratts (our developer) organised a resident's barbeque on the roof garden. Stuart and I headed there after work and we met a few of our neighbours. They're all really lovely people (with amazing jobs!) and we ended up staying on the roof garden till quite late at night, chatting and hanging out with everyone.
On Saturday, Hayley and Dave came to stay. They'd come down to London to watch the Hayes-Klitschko fight at JonP's and Emma's. They arrived in London at about 10am, so Stuart and I got ready (I got ready in record time, might I add!). Hayley and Dave dropped off their stuff in the apartment, we gave them the mandatory home tour and then we headed out to see the sights of London. It was a really lovely day, so we headed to Waterloo and walked on the South Bank, where Hayley and Dave had ice cream and Stuart and I had frozen mango yoghurt. After that, we headed to London Bridge for lunch at Vapiano's. No one really wanted to have a proper sit down lunch, but I insisted on it, and it turned out that everyone really enjoyed their lunch! Dave, Hayley and Stuart all had pizzas, whilst I had my usual Aglio E Olio pasta with extra bacon and mushrooms. Yum!
After lunch, we ventured into the Tate Modern, where we stayed for about 5 minutes before Stuart started whinging about modern art and how he hated it. So we left and walked across the Millenium Bridge to St. Paul's Cathedral. Along the way, a string quartet were playing, a small crowd had gathered to listen to them, and they were playing one of my favourite classical pieces, Pachelbel's Cannon in D. We listened till they finished the song, and Hayley and Dave snapped a few photos of the cathedral before we decided to head to The Lord Raglan, a pub near St. Paul's tube station, for a few drinks.
We then headed back to our apartment and then to Tesco to buy some drinks and snacks for the fight, after which we headed to JonP's and Emma's house. I'm not a fan of boxing or any sort of fighting sport, but it was quite exciting. I found myself on the edge of my seat, rooting for Klitschko, who won in the end. The fight ended quite late and we were all knackered so we fell asleep around JonP's and Emma's. When I woke up at 1am from what was supposed to be a 20 minute nap (I'd overslept!), I woke everyone up and we took a taxi back to Canada Water.
Sunday was relatively slower compared to Saturday. We went to Buckingham Palace and then Green Park for a picnic before we decided to head back because Dave and Hayley wanted to avoid the Sunday traffic back to Nottingham. Stuart and I then spent the rest of the evening chilling out and watching Stargate SG-1 :)
