I'm a very bad blogger

So distracted am I by S.O's visit I failed to acknowledge Choco's second birthday! *GASP* I know, I'm thoroughly atrocious. (I fully place blame on S.O for my forgetfulness, even though there was a reminder on my phone. Tee hee)

To my silent partner, ever present and constant sponge, HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY! 

No one ever fully realises how much their blog seeps into their soul. It becomes as essential as breathing, really. 

What better way to celebrate than with virtual chocolate cake? Go on, have a piece, you know you want to. 

London brace yourself

S.O arrives TOMORROW! Flutterflies turn my tummy into a disco. This is the longest separation we've had in all our seven years.You know, I should brace myself too...

It's all about the P

I reckon I am one of the worst people to tag. You see I always tell myself I will do it, er, soon. Then I start to think about it and promise to do it, er, soon. Then a week has gone, and a few days short of two weeks and there is still no tag on this blog. Feeling under pressure, I start to squirm in my seat whenever I think about it. So even though it is 2:34 am on a Sunday morning, I had this impulsive urge to do this tag. So thanks Seher. Apologies for the delay! *sheepish grin*

TAG 10 PEOPLE INCLUDING THE ONE THAT SENT THIS TO YOU.

- USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS.
- THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES,THINGS. NOTHING MADE UP!
- TRY TO USE DIFFERENT ANSWERS IF THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU HAD THE SAME 1ST INITIAL.
- YOU CAN'T USE YOUR NAME FOR THE BOY/GIRL NAME QUESTION.

1. What is your name: Prixie (that was easy!)
2. A 4 Letter word: Poof
3. A Boys Name: Peter 

4. A Girls Name: Penny
5. An Occupation: Phantom 

6. A Color: Purple 
7. Something you wear: Pencil skirt! 

8. A Beverage: Pina Colada 
9. A Food: Pizza 

10. Something found in the bathroom: Paste, as in tooth paste
11. A place: Poland 

12. A Reason for being late: Procrastination
13. Something you shout: Oh Poo!

I know I am supposed to tag 10 people however, I'm feeling rebellious. 

It's frosty up here

London welcomed me with open arms and warm air. The flowers burst forth with colour and sweet scents. Blue skies, erratic hot spells. There was a tangible magical euphoria everywhere. Coming from South Africa, I thought: "These fools, happy with sort sort of normal weather!" Yes, because blue skies and clear days are the norm back home. 

Now that the trees are bare, and the only decorations in the gardens are the melting diamonds in the morning, I realise why summer is such a treasure in the UK.  I now see people bundled in scarves, gloves and coats. Faces a scrunched against the wind and backs are hunched. 

Yet, I find a different sort of beauty during this season. Sure it is tempting to just stay in my cosy bed and hide from the world, but the colds air seems to invigorate me. Everything seems cleaner and I am eager to see snow. So c'mon Mother Nature, I await your winter glory.