Suits me

This weekend we've been on a mission to buy James a new suit. He's got a black tie awards night coming up this week for work so we absolutely had to come away with something for him to wear. After starting off in Selfridges (nice suits but after spotting price tags of over £500 just for the jacket we quickly walked out) we had a browse in FCUK. There were two really nice ones, one a lightish grey and the other black but with faint pin stripes and a sheen to the material which made it look ideal for the black tie event. Unfortunately the cuts were all wrong - jackets sleeves and the trousers way too long. So we popped next door to Suits You and ended up walking away with a dark navy suit, a dress shirt, cufflinks and bowtie, and a blue checked shirt and a white and purple checked shirt. James wouldn't let me take a picture of him all dressed up but I'll try and get one when he goes to the awards night on Friday.

Had a bizarre dream last night - it was in full colour and sound so it was completely realistic and really freaky. I dreamt that James and I were catching a Ryan Air type flight to go on holiday, thought for some reason the plane was delayed/cancelled and so we had to look for a hotel for the night. Being a Ryan Air flight, the airport we were at was out in the middle of nowhere so we were walking down a dirt track in the dark looking for a hotel or B'nB. Eventually, we came across a house with the lights on so we rang the doorbell and this guy answered the door. We explained the situation and asked if he had a room for the night. He said he'd see what he could do and that we should come in anyway. We sat in his front room and had a drink with him. At this point he was giving me the creeps a bit. He had his back to the windows in the room but at one point I saw a scared and skinny woman cautiously making her way down the lane at the side of the house towards the street at the front. When she reached the road she ran off. The guy then went upstairs to sort out the room for us and at this point I was freaking out thinking he was a serial killer and told James. He agreed the guy was also creeping him out and so we gathered our stuff and were trying to sneak out of the house when the guy confronted us with a knife. We struggled with him and at one point it looked like we wern't going to make it when suddenly the woman who I'd seen running off reappeared with a big knife, distracted the guy and James and I were able to run full pelt back towards the airport with the woman following us (luckily the guy stayed inside the house).

Fast forward a few years and James and I had bought a house very similar to the one my parents owned in Melbourne. It was all one level with glass doors running down the sides of the house leading out into a paved garden that ran down the sides of the house and to a garden out the back. We'd just moved in and were having a house warming party and we had all the glass doors open so our guests could move in and out of the house as they pleased. Everything was going well until I heard a scream in one of the rooms and found one of our guests had been stabbed and killed. Instantly, somehow I knew it was the serial killer we'd escaped from years before - he'd tracked us down and he was somewhere in the house. I began to run around frantically trying to herd everyone inside the house, trying to lock the glass doors as I went but finding that no matter how many times I turned the keys, the locks wouldn't engage. As I tried to move everyone indoors wthout panicking everyone, I began to find that more of the guests had been stabbed and killed. So I ran into the kitchen, grabbed all the kitchen knives, scissors, even vegtable peelers, and began to give them out to everyone so they could defend themselves against the mad psycho who was running around.

I also grabbed the phone in the kitchen and tried calling the police when the murderer walked into the kitchen. The phone was portable so I grabbed it from the recharging cradle and ran out of the kitchen. I got as far as telling the operator that I needed the police and that some madman was in our house when the battery in the phone went dead. I ran past someone else and yelled at them to run to a phone in another part of the house and try calling the police from there. But for some reason I kept trying to remind them that they needed to dial 911.

As I was still running from the crazed killer, the front door bell rang and a man's voice called out 'police'. I ran and flung open the door and in stepped this man - but instantly I knew something was wrong. He wasn't in a uniform and then he brought out a big gun or knife and started to run towards me. I realised that the killer had overheard me trying to call the police and had called one of his other mad murdering pals and had got him to come over as well. Then I woke up.

I think I must have read too many Andy McNab books, coupled with watching Mickey Blue Eyes last night before I went to sleep...

Off to visit Myles

Went to Myles' new place in Baker Street on Saturday for a late lunch. His place is right next door to the Sherlock Holmes museum and right next to the park where James' softball team has its matches in summer. Myles made us a baked salmon dish of his own creation with a tomato and olive sauce. Otherwise a quiet weekend as James and I had both been out on Friday night and needed to catch up on sleep (I caught up with two girls who had left my work at a great place with fabulous mojitos - the best I've ever tasted and James was at his work's bar).