I'm really tired and can't be bothered to write this blog, but I'm making the effort to try and keep it up. For the past few days I've been having one of my low periods where I lose enthusiasm for everything I love: reading, writing, socialising, even watching TV... All I want to do is sleep. These times always pass though.
To cheer myself up I'll talk about my lovely weekend.
I went home for the weekend. I love my student house, and being around my housemates all the time, but every so often I need to go home and enjoy proper food and a shower curtain that's not mouldy. On Friday night my parents took me out for a lovely meal. On Saturday, I went shopping with my mum in London. We usually just look at clothes on Oxford Street, but we decided to explore the areas we don't usually go to.
I can't believe that, as a literary geek, I have never been to Foyles, the massive bookshop on Charing Cross Road. It is incredible - there are so many books! I found books there that I thought only existed in my university library. And they have this adorable cafe, Ray's Jazz Cafe, that is full of interesting bookish-type-people and serves the best cake and coffee I have eaten in a long, long time. The interior is a bit shabby and the seats uncomfortable, but that adds to the charm. My mum had to literally drag me out of the place. She offered to buy me a book but there were so many I wanted that I couldn't choose just one, and so left with none. Which is a bit silly really, but I hate making decisions! If you are an arty type like me and live near London, I insist you go there.
Then we looked at all the little second hand and antique booksellers in Cecil Court. They were all creaky floorboards and oddly-shaped nooks and crannies and shelves that reached up to the ceiling. They were full of beautiful old books, first editions and dusty tomes that you didn't want to touch in case they fell apart, and the people in there were so lovely and knowledgeable. We have been looking some books by an ancestor of ours, Cecil Freeman Gregg, whose books are out of print and quite rare, but no luck so far. We bought a couple of recent second-hand books though, which were often less than half the price they would be in a normal bookshop.
I really felt at home there. I can't wait until I have a job, and a flat in London, and I can spend my days off writing and browsing bookshops and drinking coffee.
Sunday was spent baking, so that I could bring back lots of biscuits for my housemates. Now I am back at university and, as I said earlier, feeling down for no reason. I hope I feel better soon so I can actually write something...
To cheer myself up I'll talk about my lovely weekend.
I went home for the weekend. I love my student house, and being around my housemates all the time, but every so often I need to go home and enjoy proper food and a shower curtain that's not mouldy. On Friday night my parents took me out for a lovely meal. On Saturday, I went shopping with my mum in London. We usually just look at clothes on Oxford Street, but we decided to explore the areas we don't usually go to.
I can't believe that, as a literary geek, I have never been to Foyles, the massive bookshop on Charing Cross Road. It is incredible - there are so many books! I found books there that I thought only existed in my university library. And they have this adorable cafe, Ray's Jazz Cafe, that is full of interesting bookish-type-people and serves the best cake and coffee I have eaten in a long, long time. The interior is a bit shabby and the seats uncomfortable, but that adds to the charm. My mum had to literally drag me out of the place. She offered to buy me a book but there were so many I wanted that I couldn't choose just one, and so left with none. Which is a bit silly really, but I hate making decisions! If you are an arty type like me and live near London, I insist you go there.
Then we looked at all the little second hand and antique booksellers in Cecil Court. They were all creaky floorboards and oddly-shaped nooks and crannies and shelves that reached up to the ceiling. They were full of beautiful old books, first editions and dusty tomes that you didn't want to touch in case they fell apart, and the people in there were so lovely and knowledgeable. We have been looking some books by an ancestor of ours, Cecil Freeman Gregg, whose books are out of print and quite rare, but no luck so far. We bought a couple of recent second-hand books though, which were often less than half the price they would be in a normal bookshop.
I really felt at home there. I can't wait until I have a job, and a flat in London, and I can spend my days off writing and browsing bookshops and drinking coffee.
Sunday was spent baking, so that I could bring back lots of biscuits for my housemates. Now I am back at university and, as I said earlier, feeling down for no reason. I hope I feel better soon so I can actually write something...
2 comments:
That sounds so wonderful! When, and i do mean when because i am coming to visit you before i die...rewind, i am going to visit you before i am 30...or maybe even 25. Doesn't matter lol but when i do you must bring me to all of those places you mentioned. We wouldn't even need to pretend that we belonged there because it would be true for once lol. And i know how you feel Bet, the only thing that ever snaps me out of it is to come up with a brilliant plan of some sort and go through with it. No matter what it is.
Oh Dayna I would love to take you to all these places! We would wear stupid hats and sunglasses and pretend to be obnoxious artists and it would be brilliant.
You're right, I need a brilliant plan. Maybe I should start developing those plug sockets?
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