Girlie weekend

Mirela used her last few hours of feedom to escape motherhood, marriage and work before she has her second child and we had this amazing weekend full of shopping, girlie stuff, talks about boys, and talks about boys we used to adore when we were still sitting at the same desk at high school.
I won't go into indecisive shopping trip because it brings too many painful memories, but it was great just being a girl and nothing else all weekend.
There were some awesome times...


Oxford Street was gory as hell with all the lights and we were trying to take a photo of us capturing, what we thought, was the nastiest Christmas display of lighting ever
when some nice lady thought we were tourists and wanted a nice photo and she offered to take it for us, capturing whole of display.


I couldn't get enough of Mirela's baby (so far as we know right now, a girl). One would sit for 2 hours with both hands on Zeljka's tummy for Mark to move so slightly you could mistake it for curry, but Mirela got visibly kicked all the time and you could clearly feel where the head is and where were the feet.




These are unilever series slides, which look awesome. The queue for them is still few hours as no pre booking allowed and the big one looks fierce. None the less, I will go down the big one as soon as the hype dies down.