Happy Birthday, Mr.B!

Last Friday was our beloved Mr.B’s 9th birthday.
Though we didn’t wish him to grow any millisecond older, the day our furry angel was born in this world was definitely a day to celebrate. Unfortunately, Hubbie was still in NYC, wishing him happy birthday across the pond. Therefore, I brought out my secret weapon. A candle I bought from Fab.com

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I lit the candles and sang happy birthday to Mr.B…

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Mr.B didn’t quite understand why all of a sudden I started singing…

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It’s your birthday, mister! I love you very much…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Sleepless in London

The temperature in London has plunged dramatically today.
This morning, especially, it was worlds apart. Instead of putting on shorts, I ended up digging out a pair of sweat pants and put them on in a hurry.
What a difference a mere 6 hours made!
It was unbearable hot & humid last night. So we decided to leave a French door on the courtyard side open when we went to bed. Still, it was an airless night and we tossed & turned with discomfort.
Then, Mr.B got spooked by some noise outside.
He was transfixed to whatever he sensed. His breathing became very fast and his body started to tremble.
His eyes were wide open with fear. His attention was completely absorbed to something he was dreading.
Oh no, what’s wrong with you?!
The French door may be the source of his fear, we thought. So we closed it.
In order to combat the heat, we brought in a fan from the library.
However, the fan was a very old-fashioned one and so noisy! It sounded like a Spitfire taking off.
We’ve got to buy one of those hi-tech fans from Dyson, we nodded tiredly in the dark..
Anyway, it was a hellish night…

It went without saying that everyone was like a zombie this morning.
Mr.B crushed out on his day bed, snoring time to time while I struggled on with my knitting in order to catch up with the loss I clocked up yesterday.

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And Mr.B, snoring away…

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I wish if I could cuddle up to you and sleep too…*SIGH*

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Alleged mini heat wave @ London

Pew, the summer is back in town!
A hot air drifts in from a window from the street side and slowly but surely, starts to raise a mercury in the thermometer.
I am caning myself to move my fingers, trying to concentrate on one row at the time. However, I can feel a veil of sweat forming on my forehead, and am feeling sluggish…

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The Met office predicts that this heat wave will be short lived, lasting only for a day or two.
Oh, please stay! Stay until this Saturday at least.
Hubbie & I are invited to the picnic organised by our friends. And it will be super if we can share a lovely summery day like this with them…

About the lavender jacket I was working on, I finished it a few days ago.

Pondering where the pockets should be…

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Once the position are decided, the pockets are secured with strings in a different colour…

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Ta-dah! It’s done!

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The collar can be wrapped around like a snood…

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It can be secured with a kilt pin or even a hat pin…

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How do you like it?
I have already started the second one with a gorgeous black & grey yarn while watching B+W films…

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I am not the only one who is wilting in this heat…

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Mr.B finds it too much to bear.
I don’t blame you. Your are in a fur coat 24/7…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Chance Encounter

A chance of bumping into something intriguing increases dramatically if I am on foot, moving through London in a slower pace.

And I came across a pub with a lovely name the other day…

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“The Blacksmith & The Toffee Maker”
It’s a bit hard to imagine what connection they have with each other.
Still, sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

Then, I discovered this wall…

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Words overlay on top of another, creating a fascinating illusion of the depth on the wall.
I could read the words, “Cures Wounds Sores”. Were they advertising any medicine?
Anyway, it was a great wisdom that the owner of the wall decided not to white-wash over them.
I can’t wait to find what gem awaits me next time I am walking through the city…

BTW, I found Mr.B tangled up with a chair leg this morning.

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While I was washing my hands, he walked around the chair more than once…
And hey presto, he is stuck.
How silly you are. But I love your silliness nonetheless…

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