There’s always something

So, it's Monday and the weekend is over,  and it was a good weekend at that. Our before-last-weekend in London was graced with a lot of friendly faces at our goodbye braai (which is like a barbecue, but a bit better). 

Garden ready for the goodbye braai

Done with the partying, in with the packing. Whilst I was packing away like a compulsive octopus-beast on speed and giving Joey a hard time (I'm packerzilla, apparently), I was thinking about writing this post. I wanted to call it 'Things to do' because, if you haven't guessed it yet, there are many many things you can do in London. When I relate that to my daily life, divided between Netflix, work, commute, gym contemplation, guilt post gym contemplation, Netflix, bed (repeat times 4 until the weekend) I kind of feel a teeny weeny hypocritical. Just because there are a hundred and one things you could do, it doesn't actually mean that you get to do all of them, but it certainly feels great to have the choice. Gigs in almost any borough, festivals, creepy victorian school turned museum opening at night, italian plays played in french with english subtitles (yes, subtitles in a theatre), free open cinemas, Bogan Bingos... whatever blows your skirt. 
And if you feel like the hermit that you are, no one will judge you - with one hundred and one things to do, everyone is exhausted after all.