Home Sweet Home

The first thing I did when we arrived home from our Euro-trip was organise for a new foster cat. I know we decided that Redford would be our last one but honestly, he was a bit of a dud and I couldn't face a whole month of cat-less-ness. We collected Cascabel from the shelter and immediately changed her name to Blanka. To be fair, there was some debate, but I let Timon have this one. She was instantly awesome and cuddly and settled into our apartment in 10 minutes. Here is a pic:

Despite the bliss of sleeping in our own bed after a month of hostel/hotel/floor beds jetlag reared her ugly head and had us up and about by 9am for a week. Even with all this extra time we did nothing at all but enjoy our apartment, watch TV and loll about in our pyjamas. With the move-out date set for Feb 24 our landlords began showing the apartment to prospective tenants. This meant that we had to be clean and ready for strangers to come through at any time between 11am and 4pm. Let me tell you - it is awkward to be sitting on the couch when people come to look through your living space, silently judging your setup and worldly possessions. Luckily the apartment was rented quickly and we only had to endure that violation twice.

At the end of that week we did another clean in preparation for the arrival of Freyja and Simon who were spending a week (and my birthday) with us. On the Friday Timon and I went out for a late lunch to Lucille's Grill, the restaurant within BB Kings Bar in Times Square. It's a very cool place and I'd been recommended the pulled pork nachos which look something like this:

After the feast we spent half an hour soaking up the atmosphere in Times Square before beginning the arduous subway trek to the airport. Life can be pretty great sometimes - awesome cat, visiting friends, pulled pork nachos and Times Square.