My Weekend

1. Picked up the new fake leather stools from Florentine (see below).
2. Spent 2 days (under mrs. anglosaxy's close supervision) constantly rearranging the house to accomodate the new stools.
3. Escorted mrs. anglosaxy to a much publicised collection of cheap women's clothing in Ramat HaHayall...saw the queue (approximately 50 salivating women - no men in sight), got the willies and ran for cover. Never, ever get in the way when it comes to a woman and shopping for clothes.
4. Ploughed through a whole chapter of Simon Schema's History of Britain. Yep, I might only be on Chapter 3 but thank Christ I now know who initiated the Domesday Book.
5. Tasted what I believe to be the best felafel in Tel Aviv...I'm not a big fan of felafel, but try 'Melekh HaFelafel' in Yehuda HaMaccabee street, damn good, cheap as well - 10 shekels for a FULL pita plus 3 shekels for a drink.
6. Rearranged the patio so we now have a nice little seating area in which we can slurp our morning coffee.
7. Freelanced as a fashion guru for mrs. anglosaxy. We have a 'tribal' wedding tonight (one of her cousins), so I had to 'ooh' and 'aah' as she strutted her stuff on the living room catwalk. You might be pleased to know that she, with my recommendation, has gone for a slinky, off-the-shoulder number she originally purchased in Vietnam.
8. Reclaimed my title as champion swing and roundabout pusher, with thanks to mrs. anglosaxy's nephews. There were some anxious moments as I thought I'd lost it to another tribal member, but I was mightily relieved to see that I still 'have it'.
9. After relocating the new stools for the last time, I slumped into bed for an early night (last night). It was an early start today, what with the wedding (and an anticipated Arsenal whipping of Man United - live at 5 this afternoon, but don't tell my boss, she thinks I'm leaving at 5 because of the wedding).