Well time slips by again, two weeks 'ish. In no particular order here we go. The following Sunday from the LAM we are off perving again, this time the London Fetish Fair. Very well attended both in stands and customers. Natacha and Penny cannot make it but Russell and Sarah do. I manage to escape without spending anything thank goodness but it is a glorious day, not one to be indoors actually. The day does turn sour though as we find out that Russell breaks down on the way home and faces the prospect of an £800 bill !!

Madame and I have a Oxford Street outing and I get a nice pair of spotty denim Primark shorts in Selfridges and a pair of black denim.





The following day the denim shorts I had ordered from Next arrived, result.

Stephanie, Sarah and I take ourselves off for a day out. Well it was for me. After Stephanie texting me that they were running late I head off without them and arrange to meet them outside Selfridges. I have a lovely wander around before they arrive taking in some wonderful items, far, far out of my meagre financial reach. Once we are all met we hop a bus down to the Strand and on foot have a quick detour around Somerset House then cross over Waterloo Bridge. We have a leisurely stroll along the South Bank to Tate Modern. Well it is one place I have not been before and our collective opinion is that it will be our last. Do not get me wrong there are a few modern artists I like, let us just say that Tate Moderns selection is not mine. We exit and cross the Millennium or wibbly-wobbly bridge up to St Pauls thence along Ludgate Hill and a spot of late lunch before wending our collective way home.

Last Saturday night saw Madame and I off out to a friends 40th, Claire of Prong Jewellery fame. Fabulous evening seeing quite a few people we hadn't seen in sooo long! After a slight detour to Kings Cross we get indoors around 1.45 am and yes I was 'dressed'.

Off out in the week with Madame, Oxford Street a wander round Selfridges, eventually we wind up on the third floor in Primark again where I get a rather nice white jacket. We wander down Oxford Street. Madame want to go to Boots as they have a Clinique offer running. It just happens we have to pass Forever 21 and well it would be rude not to go in wouldn't it. I exit with a rather nice summer cotton black/cream spotted little tight frock ;-)

Been and gone

Well that's Christmas out of the way for another year. Its all sooo tiring. Just the family round xmas and boxing day with the addition of the odd interloper, so cooking for 9 one day and 11 the next.
A trip to Brent Cross the day after boxing day, but we went early and missed all the madness and were back home by 10-10.30. I must admit my wardrobes are overflowing so the sales are a bit of a non event thankfully.
So we get a phone call……. Howard, would madam like to meet him at Tate Britain to see the Turner Prize, no she doesn't want to go. So after he'd gone I said… I should put on a frock and go, so she said why not, so I called him back and said I'd go. Didn't say it would be Ann though ;-) Bus up to Charing Cross, bus up to Tate Britain, afternoon tea and a wander round, came out of Tate Britain, walk along Millbank, over Vauxhall Bridge and into Sainsbury's, buy a couple of bottles of fizz, pick up the car and back home with H !! We never got to see the Turner prize stuff as we were gassing so much we were too late :-) Oooo lush !
Talking of afternoon tea, we were sooo underwhelmed by the Tate's offering. Well the space, considering we were in a premier establishment can only be described as dire, just like a works canteen my dears. Dear H decides he wants tea, a pot of tea. Oh we don't do pots she says only cups and if he wants a mixture of earl grey and English breakfast then he will have to pay double. We get our drinks and scones, what flavours of jam do you have? Strawberry she says, that's it. Do you have clotted cream? No. I mean what sort of afternoon tea is this? Only one sort of jam and no clotted cream :-Must be a sign of times.(
Although we didn't have that much time to look round I must say I was rather, well, underwhelmed with some of the work I saw. True the skill is quite, quite amazing but I do like to be grabbed by the throat and have an invisible arm drag me to a painting and say look at that ! And to be honest, not a lot did. But as I say one melts and goes green with envy at how a canvas, paint and brushes can be used to such amazing effect.
Lunch out yesterday, in the wilds of Hertfordshire, a girl I used to work with and her son. Well my dears I didn't realise that the last time I visited his pub I'd cause such a stir! This place was just outside Potters Bar, well I suppose they'd never seen a 'girl' like me before but supposedly there was quite a commotion after I'd left, who was that? who is it? etc. etc although that said it was all rather complimentary.
So we get home and it hits me. All that stress and work over xmas, the gadding about caught up with me and I was soooo exhausted I just had to succumb to a nana-nap for a couple of hours and manage to feel like death when I awoke.