The Olde Bell
Posted in heart on March 31st, 2010 by emma – 2 CommentsThe Olde Bell Inn looks like a good place to eat some food, drink some whiskey and fall asleep.
The Olde Bell Inn looks like a good place to eat some food, drink some whiskey and fall asleep.
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French Connection is firing on all cylinders. Loving the necklaces.
This menu has been in our house for a while. It’s always close to hand for ‘Chinese Thursdays’ and just in case you get the urge for king prawn toast, or salt and chilli squid. One day I’m going to frame it. It’ll be like my bashed up Bruce Lee poster from 16 years ago. So, if you’re in South East London and in need of a hit try out EXP Chinese. Yum. Oh, don’t try the Szechuan hot fried beef, Maffews thinks it’s rubbish.
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Tennessee Williams said that. Smart. So, I don’t know if I’ve ever really told cyberspace how much I love my best bud and superhero friend Janey Mac. She has a way with words so you need to check out her blog. She’s taught me to consider how other people feel, or might feel, even in the mid-flight rage of fury where all I wanted to do was rip, pierce with biros and scream, she taught me to be smarter and kinder. A great gift to give. Soon she’ll have her portrait taken in her favourite bookshop by my other superhero. I hope she won’t hate me for using this picture, and if she does I’ll change it. Seriously, you’d be lucky to have a friend half as good.
The weekend is almost here and I swear I could not be happier about that. I woke up this morning thinking, ‘Hello Friday. I’ve been waiting for you since Sunday night.’ How great. A whole Saturday and Sunday to do nothing and something. It’s going to be be good. I’m home alone this weekend and that means ‘Emmatime’. Emmatime usually equates to baking stuff, sleeping, making stuff, blogging, looking at stuff I can’t afford, watching films I can’t watch when Maffews is home, and wearing my new bunny suit. (Yes, bunny suit, weird but amazing.) Come on, one last push, and we’ll be there, at the end of the working day. It’s never felt so close.