Weekend of relative calm

This weekend was a very chilled one, which was just what I needed. Whilst I feel like I handled the jetlag back from American fairly well, there is no denying the fact that by Friday night I was still pretty tired every evening, and a couple of early nights and quiet days were just what the doctor ordered.

Girly coffee session at Real Foods

            Following a fairly intense three hour meeting on Friday night, I made my way over to Marina Bay Sands, where the pop up bar and food stalls were still in place, and where Nick had gathered with Liv, Hans, Jules and Kev for a couple of drinks while the sunset behind the City. It’s such a shame that this market is only temporary, but I have a feeling we’ll be visiting the mother-market next weekend!

            After a glass or two of wine we all went our separate ways, with Hans joining Nick and I for a light dinner on Arab Street (home of some truly delicious hummus and lamb kebabs) before we called it a night so that Nick had time to get packed and ready for his early flight out to Hong Kong the next morning.

            Having failed to set his alarm for the morning, I luckily was awake as early as always, and able to ensure that he was out of the flat and on his way to the airport well before eight am (much to his misery).

BBQ hosts

            That left me with a full weekend free to fill with whatever adventures I liked! I started my day at Tekka Market, braving the smells and the wet floors to gather fruit and veggies for the week. I then hit the gym (the aircon was broken – it was vile!) and the pool before heading out to meet Jules for a coffee and very suspect lumpy yogurt and fruit combination at Real Food.

            After a good girly catch up it was time to make my way to Liv and Flash’s flat where they were holding a leaving BBQ for a boy I don’t think I’ve ever met. From 3pm there was then a lot of drinking, not much eating, and then a lot more drinking. Fairly unsurprisingly, by the time they were all talking about going out dancing, I was more than ready to make my way home. As the rest of the group gathered and prepared themselves for the taxi ride into town, I gathered up my belongings and snuck out of the front door (which is always impossible to open – nightmare for when you’re trying to be subtle!).

            Still, I made it home eventually, and in good time for a mammoth sleep (ignoring the 3am wake up as I had forgotten to turn on the aircon, and then was slowly melting to death in my sleep - not the first time it's happened, and I am pretty sure it won't be the last. There is nothing quite so vile as waking up in a boiling hot room in the middle of the night!).