Who ate all the cake?

Cheeky nephew, part 2.....

Tea at Beas

What comes after S?... T! Ooh yes please!

As mesmerising as a lava lamp

That's it 'young' lady, give it a good stir

Can you see the shiny 'molecules' (as Craigos calls it) on the icing?

Above: Strawberry & vanilla cupcake

"It's like a coffee & cake blog!"

- Craigos

Etsy Favourites

Vintage....

Liz Claiborne black polka dot bag

Mustard gold paisley silk box blouse

Black and white beaded collar necklace

Anne Klein dark caramel silk blouse

Liz Claiborne paisley bag

Vintage Brown Suede Minnetonkas

Who Ate All The Crunchy Nut?

Cheeky nephew...





Strikes again....

Street Doodles

Coffee Overload

My last day off, boohoo. Tried to make the most of it. Went to Beas for a coffee & cupcake (check out those tasty close-up pics below, ooh la la!). Great coffee. Craig had an appointment at UCLH so I walked up with him to Tottenham Court Road, while I was waiting for him I browsed in a few shops, bought some stationary from Paperchase, also finally bought a steamer to get rid of 'em pesky wrinkles on my garms, oh and got some hangers too. Oh what fun.



Then met Craigski in Peyton & Byrne for a (mediocre) coffee, where I am right now typing away on this rainy day. I do like these mugs:



And finally, something totally unrelated, Craigski cooked steak the other night, he actually cooked (picture doesn't really do it justice):


Twas lovely. (I hope he cooks more, hint hint).

Cleo, wherefore art thou?

The other night we went to visit Craig's mum at her new-ish flat in Covent Garden, only recently she bought her cats over - they have to get familiar with their new surroundings and not go out for at least 3 weeks. Anyways, that evening she had a delivery of her new dryer and rug and the delivery men were there as we arrived. The door was open so we let ourselves in. I went straight to the cats. The ginger one, Alfie, was at his usual spot, but the other one, Cleo was nowhere to be seen...

By now the delivery men had already left, I asked Craig's mum where Cleo was, check under the duvet she says - nope. Not there. So we search everywhere, it's not a big flat and it's obvious Cleo is gone. Craig spends the next 2 hours outside frantically searching for her, Craig's mum is worried, the neighbours are concerned and i'm looking out the balcony just incase I spot her. We had given up. Craig's mum comes back indoors and is chatting to me in the living room when, lo and behold, who comes crawling out from right inside the TV unit, stretching and yawning after a long nap - yeah, Cleo!!! Oblivious to all the trouble she's caused. What a BIG relief it was and a happy ending to a hectic night. Phew. Bloody Cleo! We missed dinner because of you!