sailorette’s diary - a diary writen by a sailorette for her loved ones to read after returning safely home from sea

So lets just have a sum-up here. The years only a third of the way through and I’ve already managed to visit three (or four, if you’re a Scottish Nationalist) countries. They recommend save the best for last, and I would almost agree.

Perhaps it was my new board, or maybe it was the food and the local beer, maybe the rather picturesque scenery had something to do with it and that the lack of fresh snow and left-over jetlag from New Z that just melted away.. but I ♥ Switzerland!

First thing : the journey. Sam, Anneli, Nico and I flew out of London City Airport: a small town airport in a massive capitol. You’re checked in and through security in a matter of minutes and arrive in what appears to be a pub / waiting area. The flight was so fast - that might have something to do with what I was comparing it to (26 hours to New Zealand) - accompanied by lovely little Swiss Air chocolates, and two sudoku’s later we arrived in Basel. I ♥ London City Airport

But enough about that - how about my new board? Well… it was perfection. Bindings? Snugger than a snow bunny in a bun. Sam had been taunting me as he’d just had a weeks snowboarding in exactly the same resort (rather an unplanned coincidence), and had “gotten so much better.” By day two, I was (almost) leaving him in the slush. I ♥ Arborâ„¢. I ♥ Rideâ„¢.

And all of this wrapped up in the dramatic range of the Swiss Alps.

I thought it might be nice to start posting milestones. Information about facts about my life.

Today I am living at flat 7, 236 Dalston Lane, Hackney E8 1LX
I have lived here over 2 years.
I am living with Anneli Mona Widergren, a lovely swedish girl with a love of converse and hate/love of cashmere.
I am also living with Gustav Per Radstrom, a hyperisland and work friend of mine and nico’s, who is the Chef and workout lover.
And of course, Nico Gunnar Alexander Nuzzaci, my boyfriend of 2 years and the love of my life.

I recently started a new job at topshop which I have been at for 1 month.
I cycle to work everyday.
Nico and I are going on holiday to hel in 1 week.

Tonight I am sitting with Anneli, Gustav and Nico. Anneli is lying on the rug chatting. Nico is eating chicken terryaki. He has been to a wine tasting. Gustav has been to the gym and is eating the rest of Nico’s chicken terryiaki.

She’d gone to mime school. She said they bullied her there. I asked what sort of assignments do you get at mime school. Mime an orange? Mime indifference. Its not like that. Its a lot of working out, of building the upper body and slimming yourself down, pushing your muscles into any position. Alot of time spent in front of the mirror.

I thought miming was dead. An antique art invented for silent cinema that surround sound had killed. Death by stereo. No and Yes. It was very difficult to make a living miming. It was very competitive. There she was, an imitation, staring at herself day in day out. Mi, me, me.

She chewed down a celery stick.

Do you ever see a fat mime?