Sunday East

Long story short, the move to outer London faltered and then died, and from its ashes arose a new scheme involving Sam moving East to my flat and us going on a big blow out holiday to Mexico.  It's not a permanent situation as eventually we will want to move away from the hustle, bustle and smog, but it's convenient for now.

So last weekend was lots of moving on the Saturday, followed by lots of screaming at the Olympic Park/ eating at the world's biggest McDonalds (when in Rome...) on Sunday, so hardly any unpacking got done at all.  We've been slowly getting this rearranged and put away this week but were looking forward to escaping the mess this weekend with a trip to Bristol.  Then disaster struck and we both came down with the lurgie and were forced to spend Saturday in the flat attempting to recuperate.  Pah.

With boxes still piled around our ears and the addition of cabin fever to our colds it was with some relief today that, feeling a bit better, we ventured into the outside world.  A quick wander down Columbia Road flower market, breakfast (me)/ lunch (Sam) at a cafe and still showing no signs of dropping dead, we decided to wander into Haggerston Park fora lie down in the sun.  Only to find that the usually deserted park was swathed in security barriers and men wearing hi-vis jackets.  Plus parking for a couple of hundred bicycles - it is Hackney after all.

I was a bit perturbed but it turned out to be a lovely bit of Olympic randomness, a big screen showing the boxing, lots of people sitting around enjoying the sun and the bar and another chance to experience that group whooping/ clapping when we scored yet another GOLD!  (Special mention goes to the man weaving his way through the crowd with a union flag as a cape.)  All with London landmarks in the background and a man handing out I heart Hackney badges.  Perfecto.

The Gherkin and the Shard behind the boxing and the crowds.

Edible chillies for £1!

On Social Media

As this week, barring the BBC live blog of the Olympics, has been pretty dead at work, I have been doing some interweb admin.  I had this blog,  a facebook account (surely these are now handed out at birth?  Or, actually, set up by parents to be for their embryos as someone I know has done.) and a Pinterest board, or what-have-you.  The issue is that the evil work overlords have decreed that facebook is a banned website and this has impeded my ability to get onto Pinterest, damnit.  It does, by-the-by, not affect my ability to find things to do when the work situation is under control, in your face evil work overlords.

I should also mention that I'm a bit addicted to the Queen's twitter feed.  Not HRH but an imposter who, I suspect, is far funnier than the real deal.  Anywho, so the 'solution' seemed to be to activate a twitter account, use that to sign into Pinterest and hurrah! I am back to pinning pictures of vintage Pyrex onto boards whilst handily being able to see all the tweets.  But now I have a twitter.  I haven't tweeted yet as it all seems a bit, erm, well, I'm just not convinced about it to be honest but I am now following 40 people and counting so I've already breached my own terms of usage. *sigh*

I think, when historians looks back at this time, they will pin point this age as the one where things all went horribly wrong, where everyone overexposed themselves via social media and the lines between public and private lives began to crumble until we all live Truman Show-esque lives.  This will come to be known as the time before the backlash, when people took to the streets, smashed their iPads (other devices are available), iPhones etc and spoke to each other in the flesh, before retreating to their own homes for a little bit of privacy. 

Now, how do I retweet again?