Ugly Naked Girl

Apparently it’s a very British trait to talk about the weather. But is it any surprise after the weekend we’ve just had? My trip back from the tube station yesterday morning was straight out of a British romantic comedy movie, but for the fact that I wasn’t wearing a slightly see-through summer dress, but my friend’s ill-fitting clothes. And I didn’t bump into the love-of-my-life whilst finding shelter in a shop doorway; I didn’t even find a shop doorway and was forced to enjoy the comedy of the situation on my own, since everyone else was indoors enjoying their central heating, a cup of tea and the Hollyoaks omnibus. I’d have been less wet if I’d have swum home along the Thames.

On arriving home I had to take off all of my clothes in the kitchen and put my shoes on the radiator. We recently had a floor to ceiling patio door put into our kitchen onto our balcony. Which is great for letting the light in, but slightly irritating when running around the house bedraggled and naked. Since this is London, I have no idea who lives in the houses behind mine, but I’m pretty sure they know me.

I have a habit of being late…for everything. Accompanying this lateness is a constant sense of blind panic. And when blind panic sets in, there is no time for putting on a dressing gown when socks need to be found. Or when the fish need feeding. Or when the kettle needs to be turned on (I made that last one up – there is definitely no time for cups of tea). Approximately 4 times a week, I can be found flying around the house in a state of semi or total nudity, much to the amusement of my housemate, who has kindly referred to it as ‘wobbling around the house’.

In case any of you boys are getting excited, or conjuring up images of two girls hanging out naked at home and having pillow fights, I’ll set you straight. Firstly, I am alone in my nakedness; Katie is organised enough to at least wrap a towel around her when she walks from her room to the bathroom (at least I imagine she is…I’m usually still in bed). Secondly, as Katie’s ‘wobbling’ comment suggests, it’s not a pretty sight. I’m not saying that I’m particularly ugly when undressed, or that I’m obese. But there is definitely something slightly comedic about running when naked. You won’t find women posing for FHM whilst scratching around in their drawers for money to pay the cleaner or standing on an upturned bucket stretching to reach the takeaway menus on top of the fridge. I am like the ‘ugly naked guy’ in Friends, driving down local house prices with my kitchen circus.

I will be expecting a dressing gown in the post from my mother for Christmas.


Stuff I liked this week

This made me happier than I can possibly describe and I will be watching it every single time I feel sad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFgdvK4e3oI&feature=related

Seriously…watch it again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFgdvK4e3oI&feature=related

And I enjoyed this more than I expected to –one of my all-time favourite songs…sung by Susan Boyle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bz6BA1heMSI