Bliss

For the next few weeks, we’re housesitting for friends in North London. This is the longest amount of time in our relationship that we’ve had an entire house all to ourselves. We’ve been very lucky to stay with very lovely people since we’ve been in London, but an entire house! To ourselves! We were possibly more excited about this than we were about our trip to Spain. And the wifi keeps going out, sometimes for entire days at a time! Usually this would make me want to kill someone, but if it dovetails with Nick being off work and my cell phone being dead like it did yesterday, this is the best poor person/crazy in love vacation ever. In fact, the wifi is still out now! I’m posting this from a cafe around the corner, where we came to get coffee, in the middle of the day, like decadent people! I can’t stop using exclamation points!

I am fine with the fact that our friends’ wifi being crap is the closest we’re going to get to a secluded cabin with a fireplace and bearskin rug. They have a record player and a tea kettle and that’s really all we need. I don’t have to tell you that this combination of personal time and no distractions lends itself to making all kinds of fantasies come true, like reenacting the Bayeaux Tapestry, or watching No Way Out at 1 am while eating cupcakes from Tesco. This is our dream, and we are living it.