no choice but to chill

It's Easter weekend and I'm in Trowbridge watching Nigella Lawson whip up an Italian feast on Saturday Morning Kitchen. She makes it look so simple that I've just googled cookery schools in London. Surely that's all it would take to be crowned "The True Domestic Goddess". As it stands, my spag-bol speciality (affectionately know as "Tagg-bol") is made from the finest packet bollognaise mix that Sainsbury's has to offer. Perhaps I'm not quite in the running just yet.

Being outside of London means that I have no choice but to relax. After hours of Top Gear and skit show repeats I decided to do something constructive, so I made a cup of tea. The wind chill factor is -2 and the thought of spending the day indoors, reading my Glamour mag and drinking excessive amounts of tea has far more appeal than unnecessarily facing the world. Ian and his brother have gone off to fetch a couch and being of little use in terms of muscle power I've been left behind to entertain myself. So far I've taken advantage of the alone time by pampering myself and hijacking the laptop to research things like hair products. Being a girl has it's pros.

As Saturday Morning Kitchen comes to an end and I begin to drain my cup of tea I'm contemplating my next activity. Perhaps I'll move to a different chair, change the channel and have a glass of juice, just to mix it up a bit. It's kind of nice being stranded in the country. I know it doesn't make for the most thrilling read but it's great for my stress levels.

Ah, Friends re-runs. That'll do just fine.

anyone still here?

You know it's been too long when your own blog doesn't come up in your browser as you begin to type in the address. I'm all too aware that even the most faithful of roxblurb readers have now dwindled and as much as I would like to promise to be more conscientious, I can't. However, when I mentioned to Fox a couple of days ago that I was considering shutting roxblurb down, the horror on his face quickly made me reconsider.
On a positive note, the reason I am no longer able to write as regularly is that I am far too busy during the workday doing a job that I actually care about and enjoy. What a change from the days when I would will the clock on my screen to reach 17:00 so that I could grab my belongings and run! Life is too short and my time too precious to ever waste that much of my life again doing a job that is mundane, demotivating and brain-numbing. After an amazing Worship Central conference yesterday, I'm ignoring my aching muscles and considering how all the hours spent slogging away in our little basement office are so worth it.
It's been really quiet on the travel front. A few exciting trips planned a bit later in the year but for the moment I'm focussing on enduring my third full English winter (not to be confused with a full English breakfast which is far more appealing than grey skies and meagre offerings of rain) without falling into a deeply morbid state of melancholy and climbing under my duvet never to be seen again. I keep opening my top cupboard only to find my picnic set gathering dust. As if I need any further reminders that my skin is practically see-through and if I go any longer without seeing proper sunshine I might really start scaring people. However, apart from the lack of Vitamin-D and my ever increasing loathing of public transport and my constant exhaustion and my empty bank account after London living has sucked it dry, three years down the line, I still enjoy living here. And I’m really going to try and tell you why, more often.