I've been speechless for the last for days, and not because of the beauty and location of our new flat in Notting Hill. I've lost my voice from a proper chest cold, the kind that upturns large chunks of booger from the depths below that you can't wait to show off to friends and loved ones. You know.
So a lot has been going on here in London in the past week, notably, we've moved, and I've been busy with thai massages and yoga yoga yoga (though the past 4 days have largely been occupied by coughing, moving house, making tea, and rejoicing over the thing in the kitchen called the oven. It's the first time I've had one in 8 years so there's a lot of baking to catch up on).
Tonight I find myself behind the desk of the Jivamukti Yoga Centre in London. How I got here is beyond me. I came in to assist the basics class and take a class myself, but due to the announcement of Winter with its brisk winds and dropping temperatures, the regular front desk girl couldn't make it in. So I learned a bit of running credit cards, signing people in and selling water and towels. And of course, drinking, and making tea, something I'm getting to be a pro at.
Speaking of Tea, my new favourite shop on Westbourne Grove is Tea Palace, where the tea and tea accessories are must haves if you have any spare coinage and are at all interested in tea culture. Nearby, my other new favourite shop is onhand - Sweaty Betty, for girls that like to sweat!
We're expecting internet/tv/phone to be hooked up in the very near future, enabling me to blog/vlog and ... reconnect with english television. Hooray!
