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Is this about my weekend?

Sometimes I feel like writing but I don't really have a specific thought. Those days I typically don't write. But today I thought why not? Writing is a part of me and I always feel better once I have done it therefore I am sure it must be because I have something to say.
I could speak about the weekend - which was great weird and good all in one. Even relaxing I would dare say though that word barely comes out of my mouth when talking about a weekend. So let's make this about the weekend and think about a title later (today this is all in reverse, I always have a title first).

It started with a nice dinner at a French place (La Bouchee, in Old Brompton Road) that I so much liked and ended up annoying me because they charged me extra for extra bearnaise. For one not close to Bearnaise it may sound natural to pay extra for something extra. But me and B are 'afficcionados" of bearnaise and french steak places. We know our drill - no one charges for it. And having been served a really tiny cup of bearnaise and then charged £1.50 for an extra double size one annoyed me. I still have it but I just don't plan to come back. And I love the place - but it is just wrong.
In any case, dinner was nice and I took mum and nephew to dinner as I tried to explain to mum that 14-year old nephew may enjoy a drink and does not necessarily needs to tell her or his parents. She actually thinks he tells her everything and really does not like beer. Right. At least he told her that all his friends get wasted on friday night in Cascais. That should do it to give some context.

Saturday did not get up in the best manner, or should I say at the best time? I was woken up by a 4am call by someone in NY who took the liberty of thinking that if I said 'call me if any problems, i have a 7am flight' it was fine to call me at 4am, perhaps I would go to the airport 3 hours before. No comments on that. Luckily enough i had a back up alarm clock at 5.30 because I chose to ignore the first one thinking it was the phone again. All gets better as I still squeeze some benefits of historic traveling and a BA gold card by having breakfast with Jo got it better. After that we just slept all the way to Lisbon and topped the best morning landing in the world with a package of Sugus in the airport as the sun greeted us and begged us to remove jackets and get on our t shirt.

What a start of the day...



- Sara @ iPad

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