Some months flew by; others crawled. (And now? The UK is virtually grinding to a halt and we’re down to our last six loo rolls. Not words I ever thought I’d type, it must be said.) I’ve spent some lovely evenings with work friends, including a delicious (and very reasonably priced) meal at Cookhouse Joe. I followed that particular meal up with a detour to Carnaby Street: their Christmas lights installation, a collaboration with Project Zero, was something else. Closer to home, Laurence and I (finally) went for food at The Blue Ball in Grantchester, saw the Fitzwilliam Museum’s Feast and Fast exhibition, and returned to the ADC Theatre for Footlights Spring Revue 2020: Crossed Wires.
Seeing Bombay Bicycle Club Live
Although Cambridge isn’t so very far from London, it’s far enough away that an event which wraps up around eleven would make for a very late night (or early morning, depending on which train you make . . .). Luckily for us, Bombay Bicycle Club’s latest tour kicked off at Cambridge Corn Exchange. Liz Lawrence opened the evening; her set was followed by one from The Big Moon. And then: a solid hour and forty minutes of catchy tunes from Bombay Bicycle Club. (Between them, ‘Is It Real’ and ‘Everything Else Has Gone Wrong’ sum up a lot of the past few months.) Hopefully it won’t be another four years before I listen to live music again!
What a cracking game. One of my lovely work pals left a month ago, so for our last lunch together we all decamped to a room with a view (a novelty for us, since most lunchtimes are spent in the bowels of the earth). Food consumed, out came Dobble (the Harry Potter version, no less). What a game! I felt as though I’d been living under a rock for a decade, and promptly headed into town to buy it for myself that weekend.
Seeing King Tut’s Treasures
Tutankhamun: Treasures of the Golden Pharaoh at the Saatchi Gallery is quite possibly the first exhibition I’ve ever paid to see, and certainly the only time I’ve paid upwards of thirty quid to visit a museum. Worth it? Most definitely. Laurence, Abi and I spent over two hours working our way through the exhibition, and I absolutely loved seeing all the amulets, trinkets and treasures from King Tut’s tomb.
Finishing Cambridge Half Marathon
Phew. Ouch. Yay. Those are the words that spring to mind. Phew, because it was beginning to look as though it might not go ahead. Ouch, because two of my toes are now purple and sore. Yay, because I did it (in 02:12:54). I couldn’t help but smile at the runners who were stopping for selfies with King’s College Chapel, or the lady FaceTiming a friend as she ran through the grounds. I’m not planning on doing another half marathon anytime soon, but crossing the finish line was quite something. As was the burger at Steak and Honour afterwards, with Laurence, Olivia and Ed.
Rewind to Storm Brendan. I’m out for a cheeky Nando’s with work friends when my phone pings. Laurence has sent me a video of our kitchen ceiling: there’s a leak. Drip. Drip. Drip. Jolly good. I drop our landlady an email. Several (mercifully fairly dry) weeks later, someone comes out to fix it. Turns out the roof on the extension hadn’t been properly sealed.
Six Months in Six Photos
Assuming the UK doesn’t go into lockdown, Laurence and I are tacking a couple of days onto the Easter bank holiday weekend – though we’ve not yet decided which national park to venture to. We’ve also got a few days off in late May, which are earmarked for the Cairngorms.