Thursday

 Eeeek where does the time go. The Kings Cross fire was 28 years ago today. The day I walked from Swinton Street in Kings Cross to Gloucester Place to get home. Yep I used to catch the underground at Kings Cross to get to and from work. If I hadn't been on a late night could have been in the middle of that.

 Off out today, usual breakfast in Pret with a smile and a wave from the girlies. Post food and drink into M&S where I find a rather nice coat which Santa may bring me....

Off to Selfridges for a troll round...

 

 

 So whinge of the day. John Lewis Place to Eat Oxford St at 12.15. Your hot meal choice today was sh*t. 1/4 roast chicken or quiche, no fish, no sausages, you are crap. ‪#‎johnlewisplacetoeatcrap‬ ‪#‎johnlewisgetyourfingerout‬
 
 So wandering Radio and TV in John Lewis I find direct evidence that shopping is a taxing and tiring business...

I'm wandering through John Lewis' on my way to their christmas shop and espy desks etc. Just how can people justify paying £2,200.00 + for a computer chair. Or even the average price of £900, leather or not you are a mug.

I carry on past these highly expensive chairs and into Christmas Decorations and get myself into a conversation with a middle-aged woman on the cost and effectiveness of Christmas Trees. How I love these random conversations with strangers.

So there I am sat sitting there, on the bus, as you do when someone rings the bell for the next stop and the little light in the bus says... bus stopping. All is well so far.... Then someone else rings the bell, and another. Look you lot are you both visually and aurally impaired? Good grief it only needs one of you to do it !!!!

Dampen the spirits?

Well yesterday was London Pride. Off we set nice and early but not early enough to be thrown off the bus in the Marylebone Road. We walk down Baker Street to Pret, take breakfast and saunter down to M&S and I find just the right bikini for myself, unfortunately not in my size so we order when we get home. Madame gets herself a fab leather frock in the sale which suits her to a T and we both get various items of lingerie. A wander through Selfridges just to waste time and thence down to the other M&S where nothing takes our fancy. By this time its nearly time to get a spot for the parade and the sky gets darker and darker. We elect that maybe it would be a good idea to get kunch and find a nice Italian in Blenheim St. As we take lunch the heavens open. Post lunch it cheers up a bit and as we can hear the parade we make our way to Oxford St and manage to find an unobstructed spot at the front. Thinking we had missed most of the parade and thinking we could see the end by Selfridges we decide to cut across country to see it all again. Amazingly we find another spot in Regent Street, at the front and under cover to see... nothing. The parade has halted at Oxford Circus and we will see it from the beginning ! We wait for about ten minutes and the parade starts again and goes past us. Well after nearly two hours only the dregs are left and we go but not after I see I've taken over 300 pictures and we make our weary if damp way home.