Chillaxing

I don’t know who came up with the term “Chillaxing” but I think it sounds ridiculous. In fact, the only reason I use it is to remind myself of how ridiculous it sounds; perhaps one day I think it will be so ridiculous that I’ll think it’s cool – like the New Zealand tradition of calling everyone “cuz”.

Anyway, Jason and Susan’s flight out of London was Saturday afternoon, so we farewelled them in the most English way I could think of – by having a full English breakfast. Truth be told, no-one actually ordered the full English; instead, Jason and I went for steak and eggs, and the girls had assorted non-English breakfasts themselves. But it was the idea that counts, plus we got to try out Hudson’s, which we found to be pretty good on the whole.

After we loaded the cuzes on the Piccadilly line to terminal 5, wife and I made our way to Westies, as my iPhone was in need of some genius attention. Seemingly, diagnosis and repair is too time consuming, as our experience seemed to indicate that they’ll pretty much just hand you a new iPhone, so long as your reason sounds fairly solid (“my GPS doesn’t work properly”). Sweet! Unfortunately I’ve since spent £25 on new scratch covers, and I’m still not happy with it, so I didn’t get off entirely scot free.

John B was in town over the weekend, so on Sunday we trekked out to Richmond to have lunch with him, Pat, Matt and Emily, Kirsty and Roland, and Shelley – as well as my cuz Jules who only arrived back from Australia at 5 AM that morning. We ate at Brouge, a Belgian place not far from the river. I tried Palm for the first time and was rather impressed at how well it complimented my enormous bowl of lemongrass flavoured mussels. Delicious!

When I got home, I spent about three hours working on a video from our last ski trip. I was moments from finishing (was just adding the audio touches) when iMovie decided to stop working on me. Suffice to say I was not impressed, and if the comments on the web are anything to go by, I can kiss my three hours of work goodbye.

*sigh*. It’s a tough old life sometimes.