He will be mine. Oh, yes. He will be mine.

Guess what I did yesterday?? I went to Wembley Stadium! And do you know WHY I went to Wembley Stadium? TO MEET DAVID BECKHAM! Also, to work at the launch of a spectacular non-profit. And it was FABULOUS. I got to do the following:

1. Step on the pitch of Wembley Stadium. And lick it.
2. Watch Beckham play tennis against Andy Murray, and Andy Murray play football against Beckham. And lick...oh, wait.
3. See the efforts of two sporting celebrities as they joined a hugely worthwhile cause: the prevention of malaria.

This photo was taken through a blue mosquito net: both yesterday's football goal and the tennis net were made of it! HOLY AWESOME, BATMAN.

A springtime haiku

A blossom drifted
Landing softly on my arm
And then it was gone.

And of course before I could post any of my faboo Deee photos, I came to Scotland, where I've taken another three hundred. To be followed by next weekend's Caroll (or Caro', as I like to call her) visit, in which there will be ANOTHER three hundred, leading me to a solid weekend in which I will post approximately 1,200 photos in one go and disappear again for another month.

I'm like the model blogger.

Wreaking havoc all over town...

Deee and I made her poor coworker and travelling companion take pictures of us EVERYWHERE. Including this skate park on the South Bank. It was AWESOME. For us. Probably not for him. He was forced to endure shrieks commanding him to 'Count to THREE before you snap!' and 'Don't forget we want our feet!' It turns out all of our instruction was unnecessary--he totally rocked every shot. Except for the three dozen with our eyes closed.

Deee's in town! Deee's in town! Deee's in town! MILLIONS OF PICTURES COMING SOON!!

Random thoughts float through my head constantly--CONSTANTLY!--but now that I seem to be blogging once every two weeks, none of them seem worth spending the time to write. So I am posting this just to break the seal.

I've missed you, my little blog. Please don't ever let me go so far away again.

Oh dark night of the soul...

It has just occurred to me that they don't have Girl Scouts on this island. And even more important than that, they don't have GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. Who's going to set up tables in the fronts of grocery stores to sell me thin mints?? Who is going to bring me their daughter's order sheet at work so that I can buy three boxes of tagalongs, fifteen boxes of thin mints, and forty-six samoas?? Who is going to single-handedly destroy all of my healthy resolve in the course of one month every spring?? WHO, PEOPLE?? WHO??