Well, if I was going to write everything that happened to me since last Sunday, it would boggle my mind. So, let's sum it up... Somewhat. Going back in time...
My alarm this Monday Easter holiday went at 8.45 am. What engagement could possibly make me wake up so early? The adorable, Chinese masseuse; Nelly with her skilful hands of course.
All cling-filmed... Yap. 'She cling-filmed my body from neck to toe to allow the essential oils to further soften my tanned skin'. It sounds like writing a naughty message to some S&M online dating site. Or is it my wicked mind?
The most exciting part of the holiday week-end was being woken up at 1 pm (to be fair, I did go to bed at 6 am) by the warmth of a glorious day going on outside my window. Torsten called immediately after:
"Are you sleeping?" Said my friend.
"Not any more," I replied.
"Good, get ready. You're coming to the Chelsea football match with me today." Torsten said all excited.
The thought alone was exhilarating. And so I agreed without a dispute.
Torsten picked me up and we taxied the short way to the stadium. The clouds were fast approaching and after lunch; served at the restaurant in the vicinity and putting bets on players whose names were double Dutch to me, we headed to our seats on the West side of the stadium. Upon entering the open-air area from the tunnelled indoors, we noticed the heavy rain pouring down on the pitch as well as the players. The game; Chelsea against West Ham had begun.
I got over-excited by the whole experience and uncontrollably told Torsten:
"Ah! Can you feel the testosterones going?"
My friend gave out a cheeky laugh as we settled into our seats.
I suddenly remembered my first visit to the grounds and decided to send my producer 'friend' a text:
'In Chelsea football. U here?'
He responded promptly:
'Yes. Where are you seated?'
I gave out my seat number but by the time his text arrived, I was well-drawn into the game and all those fit boys running around the very wet pitch. It was like a wet t-shirt contest, against those muscled-up bodies and running, toned legs passing the ball with such skill and guarding one another in the hunger of a goal. And Yes. The first goal came from Chelsea to an uproar of mainly male audience jumping up in joy with their fists up in the air. Bring on Spartacus! Sounds better than Gladiator.
As the game continued, I laid out a sigh and told Torsten:
"Oh look... They're even better All wet!"
My friend looked at me with a wide smile of disbelief and smiled again.
The game ended with Chelsea 3 to West Ham 0. And miraculously, the rain stopped.
Torsten then accompanied me to Lola's where a handful of friends joined to make the night into a party. Ernest arrived with Sabrina and Aliya who went on constantly admiring my visible cleavage through the low, white top.
"Now Haldita... Did you go to the football match dressed like this girl?" Was Sabrina's input.
Torsten added before I could answer: "Yes! I was quite surprised when I picked her up and you should've seen my colleague's father's eyes who sat opposite Haldita through lunch, trying to avoid staring at them!"
The funny thing was, I had barely thought about it. After all, they do say... If you have it, flaunt it!
We left Lola's in the early hours of the morning and upon getting back at mine, I managed to spill the boiling tea on myself, seated at the dining table, missing the breasts (thank God), onto my lap in a tracksuit. But I reacted fast with a cold ten-minute shower and a generous spread of aloe vera from my medicine cabinet, which eased the pain as I went to sleep. Ouch!
Torsten joined me for brunch on Sunday at the Henry Root on Park Walk. As there are always traffic wardens moving around that area, the blackboard sitting outside the restaurant read:
'When I grow up
I wanna be a parking inspector
haha
And on the other side it reads:
'You can be lazy in your head
But don't tell me'
I expressed my delight at the wording to the responsible, dutiful waitress.
Torsten left to his life as I joined Risha and Kristel at Battersea Park to dance to the live Latino music played by the lake, with the pedalo-ers on sight in a park in full spring bloom.
Glorious!
What was great last Sunday after the family lunch, I drove to see my friends at The Phene pub. When I arrived, Aisha and co were about to leave after a long meal, so I sat with Dylan and Kerry for a glass of champagne at the large, now half-empty table, waiting to be cleared. As we were well into our conversation, facing my friends, with my back to the crowd in the outside sitting area, I heard a man's voice asking if the table next to me was taken.
As I turned around to say: "All yours, by all means."
The guy showed a sign of surprise and said: "Haldita! It's you."
I smiled upon recognition of the friendly smile. It was Dadi who came closer for a warm hug and sat next to me.
"How are you?' He said. "Last time I saw you was by the river Thames. You were going to a beach party or something."
"Oh yes. I remember. It was five days after my fatal water-skiing accident, whereas I was meant to rest for two to three months, according to the doctor!" I said, with a naughty smile.
Dadi's brother then arrived; Koko. I had probably last seen him some eighteen years earlier. He did not recognise me until I introduced myself.
"You're looking well," Koko exclaimed.
They were meeting a couple whose wife also happened to recognise me as we had dinner with them many years ago when I was married. Isn't it a small world?
The couple left eventually so my new buddies took me to dinner to exchange further stories of our past and present. Another wonderful evening was spent in great company.
Before this gets far too long, Friday was another special day and night, spent in some fabulous company; mainly ladies. Think I shall call it 'My Ladies' Day' in the diary.
From exercise in the park with Risha and Kristel.
To yoga with Bardo, a friend of twenty years.
Facial with the wise Sylvia who has been a loyal and kind friend.
The fabulous girls I met at drinks with Risha later that evening.
And the finale...
A visit to Ernest's home left me astounded by the beauty of its modern architecture. And closely meeting the three ladies; Kelly, Sabrina and Jill. The true Charlie's Angels.
All these 'women of substance' had stories to tell, with a wicked sense of humour.
A very empowering day, spent in fabulous company. Have I written this sentence before?!
Enough now... Need to shower and get ready for the evening's meeting with Fedot, a Russian neighbour. Mmm...
My alarm this Monday Easter holiday went at 8.45 am. What engagement could possibly make me wake up so early? The adorable, Chinese masseuse; Nelly with her skilful hands of course.
All cling-filmed... Yap. 'She cling-filmed my body from neck to toe to allow the essential oils to further soften my tanned skin'. It sounds like writing a naughty message to some S&M online dating site. Or is it my wicked mind?
The most exciting part of the holiday week-end was being woken up at 1 pm (to be fair, I did go to bed at 6 am) by the warmth of a glorious day going on outside my window. Torsten called immediately after:
"Are you sleeping?" Said my friend.
"Not any more," I replied.
"Good, get ready. You're coming to the Chelsea football match with me today." Torsten said all excited.
The thought alone was exhilarating. And so I agreed without a dispute.
Torsten picked me up and we taxied the short way to the stadium. The clouds were fast approaching and after lunch; served at the restaurant in the vicinity and putting bets on players whose names were double Dutch to me, we headed to our seats on the West side of the stadium. Upon entering the open-air area from the tunnelled indoors, we noticed the heavy rain pouring down on the pitch as well as the players. The game; Chelsea against West Ham had begun.
I got over-excited by the whole experience and uncontrollably told Torsten:
"Ah! Can you feel the testosterones going?"
My friend gave out a cheeky laugh as we settled into our seats.
I suddenly remembered my first visit to the grounds and decided to send my producer 'friend' a text:
'In Chelsea football. U here?'
He responded promptly:
'Yes. Where are you seated?'
I gave out my seat number but by the time his text arrived, I was well-drawn into the game and all those fit boys running around the very wet pitch. It was like a wet t-shirt contest, against those muscled-up bodies and running, toned legs passing the ball with such skill and guarding one another in the hunger of a goal. And Yes. The first goal came from Chelsea to an uproar of mainly male audience jumping up in joy with their fists up in the air. Bring on Spartacus! Sounds better than Gladiator.
As the game continued, I laid out a sigh and told Torsten:
"Oh look... They're even better All wet!"
My friend looked at me with a wide smile of disbelief and smiled again.
The game ended with Chelsea 3 to West Ham 0. And miraculously, the rain stopped.
Torsten then accompanied me to Lola's where a handful of friends joined to make the night into a party. Ernest arrived with Sabrina and Aliya who went on constantly admiring my visible cleavage through the low, white top.
"Now Haldita... Did you go to the football match dressed like this girl?" Was Sabrina's input.
Torsten added before I could answer: "Yes! I was quite surprised when I picked her up and you should've seen my colleague's father's eyes who sat opposite Haldita through lunch, trying to avoid staring at them!"
The funny thing was, I had barely thought about it. After all, they do say... If you have it, flaunt it!
We left Lola's in the early hours of the morning and upon getting back at mine, I managed to spill the boiling tea on myself, seated at the dining table, missing the breasts (thank God), onto my lap in a tracksuit. But I reacted fast with a cold ten-minute shower and a generous spread of aloe vera from my medicine cabinet, which eased the pain as I went to sleep. Ouch!
Torsten joined me for brunch on Sunday at the Henry Root on Park Walk. As there are always traffic wardens moving around that area, the blackboard sitting outside the restaurant read:
'When I grow up
I wanna be a parking inspector
haha
And on the other side it reads:
'You can be lazy in your head
But don't tell me'
I expressed my delight at the wording to the responsible, dutiful waitress.
Torsten left to his life as I joined Risha and Kristel at Battersea Park to dance to the live Latino music played by the lake, with the pedalo-ers on sight in a park in full spring bloom.
Glorious!
What was great last Sunday after the family lunch, I drove to see my friends at The Phene pub. When I arrived, Aisha and co were about to leave after a long meal, so I sat with Dylan and Kerry for a glass of champagne at the large, now half-empty table, waiting to be cleared. As we were well into our conversation, facing my friends, with my back to the crowd in the outside sitting area, I heard a man's voice asking if the table next to me was taken.
As I turned around to say: "All yours, by all means."
The guy showed a sign of surprise and said: "Haldita! It's you."
I smiled upon recognition of the friendly smile. It was Dadi who came closer for a warm hug and sat next to me.
"How are you?' He said. "Last time I saw you was by the river Thames. You were going to a beach party or something."
"Oh yes. I remember. It was five days after my fatal water-skiing accident, whereas I was meant to rest for two to three months, according to the doctor!" I said, with a naughty smile.
Dadi's brother then arrived; Koko. I had probably last seen him some eighteen years earlier. He did not recognise me until I introduced myself.
"You're looking well," Koko exclaimed.
They were meeting a couple whose wife also happened to recognise me as we had dinner with them many years ago when I was married. Isn't it a small world?
The couple left eventually so my new buddies took me to dinner to exchange further stories of our past and present. Another wonderful evening was spent in great company.
Before this gets far too long, Friday was another special day and night, spent in some fabulous company; mainly ladies. Think I shall call it 'My Ladies' Day' in the diary.
From exercise in the park with Risha and Kristel.
To yoga with Bardo, a friend of twenty years.
Facial with the wise Sylvia who has been a loyal and kind friend.
The fabulous girls I met at drinks with Risha later that evening.
And the finale...
A visit to Ernest's home left me astounded by the beauty of its modern architecture. And closely meeting the three ladies; Kelly, Sabrina and Jill. The true Charlie's Angels.
All these 'women of substance' had stories to tell, with a wicked sense of humour.
A very empowering day, spent in fabulous company. Have I written this sentence before?!
Enough now... Need to shower and get ready for the evening's meeting with Fedot, a Russian neighbour. Mmm...
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