yes i have the guilty admission that I read some people's blogs because I am astounded at how much I dislike them... but it's a love hate thing... they obviously catch my attention enough to make me always read them first when I check in.... but I'm not writing about them I'm writing about how far away different my guilty pleasure luxury purchase this weekend was... it was a bin for my kitchen. I have one of course but it cost 7 quid and I bought it on mare st. but after the ridiculous acceptance that my forever friend denise and my work colleague sevil both extoled the virtues of this bin... I admit I bought one. But only because I got it for 50% off the normal price. It was on sale for 40 quid rather than a hundred... so yes, even writing it feels obscene as really, that much for a bin? But yes, I'm sucker... and the syncher was friday night after work I had sienna with me in the office for a while and she was playing with the very same bin at work... facinated how she oculd open and shut it so easily... dear god am i really trying to justify it? yes, yes I am.
guilty pleasure bin... yes it's sad that pleasure has come to this...
On another note we're really enjoying having our new upstairs neighbours. The loud irish guys got the boot and in came this lovely family that have just sold up their home up the road with a view to finalise their bid on a piece of land in hackney, on which they'll build a new home and a studio to work in (they're both artists). They've got three lovely children! one who is 9 and a set of fraternal twins who are 6. Sienna is of course over the moon that she's got a potential play mate. They ever so kindly invited us to join them and their ex neighbours to supper tonight. Such a lovely bunch. I feel blessed and just that little bit less lonely. Thank you lucky stars.
New neighbours and a posh bin... what more can a simple gal like me ask for?
