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Being the big 30

Now that I'm 30 and clearly old, I have taken to doing ever so slightly more mature things... I'm currently having afternoon tea (Earl Grey with a wedge of dry carrot cake) in the members lounge at the Tate Modern. To get here I wondered along the Southbank, perusing the books and antique maps in the market, admiring the wooden sculptures in a small market below the OXO Tower and gazing at the architecture - some of London's famous skyline. 



Last night I had two very civilised glasses of red wine at the pub. The one at the other end of the street - the end without the revellous crowd pouring themselves out onto the street. And without giving too much (the location) away I can't wait for a snow-day, to head over there with my Scrabble board - they serve a lovely Syrah. I have my desired sofa in mind, it's situated directly across from the fireplace! 

And to cap off my first whole weekend being 30 I spent Friday night (after I'd come home from gym) curled up with my duvet in the company of Bear and Humphry, watching disc 2 of the BBC's Pride & Prejudice - I fell asleep, but managed to watch the pivotal lake scene and wedding at the end.

It's all been somewhat relaxing, if not a little soporific. And I've come to the conclusion that once in a while it's okay to do this - it's also okay to stay up after 12:00!


Lucky

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