sails up
past month was so fucking hectic. good things though, just a lot. first miss R visited. ok that was over a month ago, but like a prequel to my busy period. but so then my dad visited. then my friend Antti, we went to see Wicked. then i went to finland for a mini visit as i badly wanted to join coworkers on a pre-midsummer party and had some paperwork to attend to as well. then i came back and went to a friend's all day birthday party. had a couple days to rest and then miss R and her wife came to stay for a few days. on top of this, work got extremely busy as it often does end of may & first half june as finns need to get all the projects wrapped up before everyone goes on a month long holiday. well now the guests have gone and work has calmed down. and i got ill. just in time for actual midsummer. well its not so important here anyway, but had to cancel some other plans too. i think i havent been ill this year yet, so maybe its only fair. and better now than during holidays.
with coworkers we had a cool sailing ship experience in front of helsinki. also a nice dinner and a sauna on board.
then miss R & her wife came. and we had fun with them too, a drag brunch, shopping, gay clubbing, Sky Garden, nice dinners...
city, near Bank station
cocktail bar in clapham junction
yesterday after work, feeling a tingle in my throat like im about to get ill, i decided i defo deserve some sushi. mightve gone overboard idk. doctor helped me by eating the rest.
actual footage of me at work.
Bruno our foster cat left just before my trip to finland. he went to another foster and from there onward to a forever home. he stayed for around 2.5 months so we got quite fond of his dog-ish nature, always greeting everyone at the door (while also trying to sneak out), begging for cuddles, keeping company in the toilet... however it was time. as cute as he was there is a reason we just foster. no more litter tray cleaning (nor the smell of it), no more daily vacuuming. no more fretting over the rugs or other bits he is destroying by sharpening his claws. we will prolly consider continuing in a month or two.
i read in a Finnish article about festivals where The National was referred to as "music for the middle aged". as often as i refer to myself as middle aged, i was a bit taken aback, i didnt realise they are so age specific. oh well. im sure theres plenty of stuff like that.
The New Yorker: The Haunted Juror
some of my latest favs:
Alba August: Killing Time
Ellen Krauss: No Talk
Ghost: Mary On A Cross
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