What is the point?

You order an item, it is sent, via Royal Mail, you receive an email telling you it has been dispatched with a tracker number. You click on the link and.... Royal Mail tells you there is no information. The last time this happened the only information I got was to tell me it had been delivered. Funny but I already knew that 'cos I had it in my hot sweaty paws !

Enough of this whinging. So post holiday things.... Not a lot actually, met up with Stephanie and Sarah last Wednesday and a trip out. We meet at Selfridges and hop the bus down to Trafalgar Square, a walk down Whitehall to show Sarah the sights. Of course living here we walk past these things without a second thought, horse guards, the cenotaph etc, down to the Houses of Parliament etc, snap, snap, snap she goes. From there we take the train to Tower Hill, lunch, in St Catherines Dock at PingPong, mmmmm, where we are treated wonderfully. A wander around the exterior of the Tower of London and its home time.


Sunday there is hastily arranged outing, off to see Dolenta and her partner Andy plus little Hoshi for a wander over Trent Park and we are joined by Peter and Sarah.



I elect to do blokey but, well it didn't turn out too well. I seem to have problems in that area these days and wind up somewhere in the middle..



It is quite sad to see the state of the grounds of after Middlesex Uni have moved out :-(

A glorious day Monday means getting the tan really on the move so its nudie sunbathing at home, plenty of protection unlike while out on Sunday. Madame is actually getting tanned legs which is giving her much pleasure.

Tuesday sees madame and I off up town, Oxford St of course. A breakfast in Pret and a wander down to M&S. I need knickers. Well ladies swimsuits as you can well imagine are not that good at hiding dangly bits so I need something to err... keep things under control and out of sight. Of course this means we have to walk around and inevitably it means we find other items that take our fancy. A quick discussion results in us exiting empty handed and a dash to Primark. If we manage to find something there then M&S will be given a miss if not we shall return. Of course all this is pointless, we do both in the end.
It is sooo lovely that we advise and discuss prospective purchases for each other. To have someone pick you out a swimsuit and tell you it is rather cute and should buy it is fabulous, to stand in the queue together waiting to pay without turning a hair where it is patently obvious to all and sundry that the items are yours and you are not buying them for anyone else. Aaaanyway we return to M&S, madame gets her floral trousers and I get a fab hairy cardigan, well shrug, well shrugigan. Once home we find that the knickers will require alteration as they show, not a good look, just as well they are unfinished so a little trim her and a little trim there and... prefecto !

Hectic life

Goodness nothing since the 4th Jan, two weeks. So busy, things to do, places to go, people to see etc, etc, quite how I used to fit work into my schedule I'll never know. Soooo my dears whats-a-bin-happening? One of my grandsons tells Madame that he wants to buy me some nice makeup for Xmas, how cool was that? So I settle for a new Mac Lady Danger lipstick :-)

So there I am chatting to my son, who while not opposed to having a t-girl for a father is not that impressed, until that is he prefers me to wear a frock than wear a bum bag! What on earth is wrong with a bum bag, it contains you money, tickets and a phone, in fact the male equivalent of a handbag.

A lovely post NYE evening with Clare and Conrad with much naughty off diet food. The first Sunday of the year we take ourselves off to the LAM and meet up with Penny and Natacha. No Sarah and Russell who are unfortunately suffering with colds. Madame buys herself a nice leather skirt from Vicky and very nice it is too. Luckily I don't buy anything as I manage to find some bargains the following week ;-)

The following Sunday we are to the LFF and meet up with Russell, Sarah is off somewhere else as are Penny and Natacha which is a shame. I find the reason for the closure of Club Colleseum, they are knocking it down to build the new American embassy ! So many clubs disappearing :-(

We take a trip to Oxford Street in the week and take in the delights of the fashion department in Selfridges and find some amazing shoes in the shoe department by zaha-hadid and have a lovely chat with the assistant.

A trip to M&S at Brent Cross today brings a couple of bargains, a black Autograph frock I had been eyeing for some time, £65 down to £29.99 and a Reiss frock in John Lewis I have been desperate for at over £100 off !! Odd though they both fit perfectly, one in a size 12 and one in a 14 !

Two days

Two days of out and about with Stephanie. Sunday sees us off to Tate Britain somewhere I had not been for a while. The last time they were part way through the refurbishment so it was much improved. A thoroughly enjoyable few hours were spent wandering although we did think that it should be renamed the J M W Turner appreciation society. Of course I know that they are the recipients of the Turner bequest but it is Turner overload and I am not THAT much of a fan especially of his later works. Thankfully there are many others examples to take our attention. Art philistine I may be but many examples of modern art leave me cold. Aaaanyway after much wandering hunger drives us forth into the cold and drafty Millbank and into Pizza Express.
We walk to Parliament Square and do a few pictures then hop a bus up to Oxford Street and Selfridges. Stephanie wants to buy some upmarket makeup! In we go only to have to join a queue for the ladies, why oh why does it take women sooo long! One of the very few advantages of maleness, in, out and away LOL. Aaaaanyway we make our way to Chanel and a lovely young lady helps Stephanie, she tries a few different lipsticks on her and she buys two plus a lipliner and brush and we exit Stephanie quite a bit poorer but a very happy lady. Its then time for home and dinner.
Monday is photo day and thence a trip to Brent Cross. As we are both a tad poor its just a wander although we are severely tempted by items in Lipsy. I have to take Stephanie home as madame and I are out to dinner that night.
Ah the delights of the Holloway Road, we manage to park and walk to the restaurant, a Thai establishment which it turns out is rather nice, everything freshly cooked. Its the daughter-in-laws birthday so there is quite a crowd of us, sixteen in all so the staff are well pleased so many on a Monday night, I bet he has never had so many people.

Disappointing fit

Well off out again with madame, Oxford Street of course. A quick dive into Primark, bra shopping again. Its so nice that we can both discuss clothes and lingerie and shop together. I get myself two new bra's but madame just cannot find one she likes aaaaanyway she manages to find something that takes her fancy while I go off to pay for my purchases then its off to Pret for brekkie and thence to M&S. For two shopaholics as we are it is slightly disappointing that they do not have the treggings I want in stock and we have to order them which means we have to pick them up the next day at Brent Cross. We trawl through the lingerie department but still madame cannot find the bra she wants so its off to Selfridges. We wander round the denim studio so madame can exchange a pair of Levi jeans and we see the most expensive jeans in existence, in a glass case. £12,000, yes twelve thousand pounds, for a pair of jeans, with over two carats of diamonds on them !
Next day we are off to pick up my treggings and we pop into Lipsy where madame treats herself to a pair of jeans an I just try, successfully, to convince myself that I cannot afford anything, although I do promise myself something in their post xmas sale.
Friday sees the chance of another photo session, well two frocks from the depths of the wardrobe have appeared and it would be rude not to wouldn't it. Unfortunately for me when trying on some of my latex frocks I find one is now verging on too big, just a little slack around the hips so that could be passed onto madame and I also find that madame's latex catsuit is too big too. This is highly disappointing, a little slack in the arms, especially around the wrists and also from the thighs down but perfect in the body although it does now fit madame perfectly.
Off out again today to visit Dolenta and Andy at the new Breathless shop which hopefully will involve plenty of cava and chocolate and out again tomorrow to the London Alternative Market to meet up with the delicious Penny and Natacha, Sara and Russsell and a chance to dress up!

Fresh air

A trip to take advantage of the Superdrug Olay offer yesterday. As it was a glorious day and one for strolling it was of course sensible shoe day....



I hop on the bus and as we travel along a middle aged french woman gets on and sits next to me. She turns and says.... excuse me madame could you open the window. MADAME ! How fabulous is that!
So we eventually arrive at Oxford Street and off at Primark. Its about 9.30 and Primark is already busy, outside on the pavement sits two Arab women and they have already accumulated seven full sized Primark bags! I was looking for their nail kits but am waylaid by the arrival of their basketball boots in a myriad of colours, a mere £7 and £6 for the plimsole variety. Definitely one for a return visit. It all starts to get manic so I leave. I just cannot bear all the pushing and shoving and the lack of space to examine clothes, not that they had anything that took my eye anyway. I cross Oxford St and into Superdrug get what I have come for and am off again.

A stroll down Oxford Street in the sunshine and into Marks and Spencer where I espy a rather nice leopardskin print jacket in their Limited Edition and some leggings to go with it so all they would need is a nice brown or black top, mmmmm, definitely a post holiday outfit. Apart from a rather delicious dress in their Per Una Speziale range which would have very limited wearings there is nothing that really tickles my purse so into Baker Street and the civilised peace that is Selfridges.
Of course the shoe dept first, such wonderful shoes, too, too many to mention individually but of course I do linger over the Gina shoes, so shparklay !
Oooo frocks, so many fabulous frocks. As I pass the Alexander McQueen concession I am rather taken with a white shirt and skirt but a quick look at the price of the shirt makes me run a mile. Well I mean £840 for a white shirt although I am tempted as the assistant does, in her French accent greet me with "good morning madame", yes another one !
So its off the denim exclusives on the third floor, nothing new unfortunately although Primark have changed their range and not for the better either although I do have a little banter with one assistant on the Hudson jeans concession as I stroke a pair of jeans. If you need any assistance just ask she says, Oh I will I say, if I could get these up my legs I'd have them which tickles her no end. Back on the ground floor I take a look into what used to be Miss Selfridge, well it may still be. Aaaaanyway there I find an absolute darling of a frock, Ted Baker of course.



It must have been frighteningly expensive as it had no price tag and the Karen Millen concession was a revelation. So different, so modern quite unlike their shop in Brent Cross as I was to find out in the afternoon.
All too soon its time for home, we are back on week one of the diet and madam's weight loss has come to a full stop and we need to kick start the loss again.
Post lunch I'm off again, Brent Cross to pick up something from M&S for madam. Of course this means a stroll round too although of course its all autumn/winter stock now and my dears Fenicks ladies fashions have 'done a Tesco', yes the whole floor has been rearranged so to find a particular concession requires the services of Sherlock Holmes. Of course just to throw you certain concessions haven't moved, grrrrrrr!

and again

So yesterday off we set for another visit to Oxford St. Off the bus at Selfridges and on another down to South Moulton Street. Madame wants a pair of shoes in the Kurt Geiger sale. I must admit t-girl or no t-girl I have always loved shopping. While madame tries on the shoes I wander the shop and see these wonderful platform high heels... Luckily I'm not 'dressed' and I also have more expensive fish to fry ;-)

Shoes bought we retrace out steps and off to John Lewis. Up to the fifth floor for breakfast and then into radio and TV. Now fortunately or unfortunately, as I stop to look at the cameras. Oh did I mention I was in the market for a replacement of my Nikon D90? No? Well I am. Aaaanyway as I say, fortunately or unfortunately as I am looking for a new one a nice assistant asks if I need help, not only that but he actually works for.... Nikon. By-the-by we find out that it is really pronounced Nick-on and not Nye-kon. Apparently nye-kon is the American pronounciation which as usual, is wrong. Anyway I digress. So I get him to get out a D5200 and very nice it is. I tell him I need a replacement for the D90 as its done 120,000 exposures and he appears to be taken a little aback but agrees it time for it to go. Needless to say it is the last day of the cashback offer so I get one. He also tells us that John Lewis have bought all the remaining stock of the D90 so it indeed has reached the end of its life. I was sorely tempted by the D7100 but apart from the expense why buy something that is bigger than the one you have and heavier?