Remember that post I wrote a few Fridays back about me being a happy bunny because I was finally staying put for the weekend without anything at all to do and no place to go (after over two months of go, go, go, go, go). Well this is the story of how it turned out.
. . . . . . . . . .That day being Saturday the 20th of July, we slept in until almost 8:30. As anyone who has ever stayed at my house will tell you, sleeping in past 7 is practically unheard of due to the medieval church bells chiming at the top of my back garden and Fifty's pacing about (as far as Fifty is concerned, if he's up, then everybody should be up). With zero activities on the agenda for the day, I set about doing whatever I pleased, how and when I pleased.
I opened all of the windows and let the summer breeze fill the house before taking to my couch for my couchcation. My couchcation consisted of playing around on goodreads for a bit (my obsession with the never-ending book quiz is borderline unhealthy) and pinning stuff (At this point I'm having a hard time remembering life before Pinterest. Whatever did I do with my free time?). And because my couchcation needed a soundtrack, I listened to Night Moves on repeat.
Since I was taking the day off, I informed The Husband that he would have to make his own lunch (the sad pouty face produced in response to this was priceless). I had the very un-French like lunch of popcorn (freshly popped and dashed with Tabasco... it's how I like it) and a tumbler full of Perrier and orange juice while lying on the sofa reading trashy magazines. (Want to know something funny... Mr. London is addicted to trashy gossip magazines and has Mommy London ship them over to him weekly and then I get them when he's finished. Personally, I hope he never gets that monkey off his back.)
I watched Phillipa Gregory's documentary, The Real White Queen (I cannot express how much I love English history and historical fiction so basically, that means that Phillipa Gregory is my homegirl) and learned that Margaret Beaufort was the granddaughter of John of Gaunt and Katherine Swynford (I have no idea how this fact has alluded me for so long... and on a semi-related note, if you like historical fiction, you should read 'Katherine' by Anya Seton). And for no other reason other than I feel like letting you who don't know, know, The Real White Queen was made to accompany BBC's The White Queen. Max Irons (son of Jeremy) plays Edward IV. Watching it for the sole purpose of ogling him is totally worth it (RE: HUBBAHUBBA).
After my documentary viewing, I made eggs on horseback (not actual horse meat but rather hamburgers topped with fried egg and a buttery caper sauce), we shared a bottle of Saint Auspice Ventoux Rouge and watched four episodes of The Sopranos.
Then I read my book ('Paris' by Edward Rutherford if you're interested), and called it a day.
A good day.