Tooting Broadway

On Monday I moved into my temporary residence at 44 Himley rd in Tooting Broadway. I'm loving it. I didn't realise how much I had missed having my own room until I got this one. The first day I was here I pretty much JUST slept. I had 3 months of interrupted sleep to catch up on. And now that I have I feel energized and ready to take on London all over again. When I was sleeping on Tess' couch I was starting to feel really... "blah". It was hard adjusting from the fast paced life of a European Jet-setter to being (essentially) a lonely housewife. I felt like time NOT spent at a museum, or gallery, or church, or some famous historic landmark, or drunk and partying was time wasted. It was hard to get used to. But now that I'm settled in my own space I feel like I'm able to function at a normal speed again. I'm quite happy to just read and knit or wonder around town. I set myself little projects so I at least feel like I've accomplished something at the end of each day. After what i had to endure last year at my soul-crushing job I feel I've earned the right to dawdle through the next 3 months of my life, doing nothing much in particular. Who knows, maybe I'll write a book or something.

Yesterday I went to the Museum of Natural History. All the exhibits were aimed at very young children so I think I even managed to learn something. The Dinosaurs were my favourite. I liked that whenever the information stated a 'fact' it would say, for example "dinosaurs PROBABLY had skin which helped them to camouflage" or "this dinosaur PROBABLY blew air through this hollow cavity to create a warning sound " etc etc. I don't think paleontologists know anything for sure. It would be fun to be a paleontologist. You could just make up whatever you wanted and no one would know for sure. You could be like "triceratops spoke with a south african accent. What's that? you think I'm wrong? prove it." I think this is a career path I should look into. The human body section was soooooo dated. I was clearly constructed in the 80s and has definitely not been touched since. If fact the whole museum was in desperate need of a spruce up. All the exhibits were covered in a think layer of dust except for the areas wiped clean by the prying fingers of disobedient children. The giant whale which hung from the ceiling appeared especially neglected. If the exhibits ACTUALLY came to life like they did in that movie (night at the museum) I think they'd be appalled at their condition. Someone should do something about that.

Tomorrow I think I'll go to Leicester square and then maybe to the national portrait gallery. It's supposed to be pretty fab. Oh and in other recent news, Erin has offered me her room when she moves back home in may. SO. I'm taking it and will stay until the lease is up at the end of July. Well that's the plan for now. Things will quite possible change another 8 times before I actually get home. Stay tuned.

I'm off to make dinner. Chicken and salad. Then shower. Then lots and lots of grey's anatomy. My love for the show has been rekindled and I'm desperately trying to catch up to the episodes which are airing here at the moment.

Au Revoir xx