the day nothing happened Tweet

I spent Queen's official birthday sleeping late, observing the opening of the Porcelain Exhibition at the Croatian Embassy across the street (we must check out the building, mmm, porcelain in the coming weeks), lazying about various seating surfaces and angles, enjoying the few minutes of damn hot sun and, dear dear, watching Sex and the City, the movie. It is so awful, in so many ways, that I won't even go that way. Suffice to say I had enough focus left, during those long, squeaky hours, to read a good interview with Audrey Tautou in a free (junk) real estate magazine, check plenty of RSS feeds, photograph the outside world, entertain conversations, help with DIY and pluck various unruly hairs; I nearly squeaked myself when I could finally cook dinner.