Odd isn't it? Not really

It has been mentioned to me that I never notice when people are looking at me. Now I am fully aware that I pass through life almost completely oblivious to what is going on around me, especially people. It happened again yesterday I troll off to post some letters and am observed by madam. When I return she says, what is it about you that everyone just stops and looks? Well that is bye-the-bye, the fact is I didn't notice them looking and then of course I realised why. They do it after I have passed them and without eyes in the back of my head how on earth am I supposed to know? I can't can I, although I did notice one woman as she reacted most favourably as she came towards me, it was a sort of oooooooooooooo :-) I 'spose there are things about people that they, because it is normal for them, forget but come as a surprise to others. Is it the newly acquired tan? Is it the very short bleached hair? Is it the tattoo's, the way I walk etc, etc or a combination. I dunno but all these things and more, are well, part of me so I forget them. Perhaps one day I'll catch someone at it and have the courage to ask them. Of course when I say that perhaps I should spend more time in a frock as people don't seem to notice me then that of course is met with a negative response ;-)

Another two days of here there and everywhere. Yesterday trip to Brent Cross. Herds of kids on holiday and we are hardly noticed. We have a look at all our favourites, Lipsy, Monsoon, Hobbs etc, etc.

Today we are off to the West End. We pop into M&S for lunch but find it too, too crowded so its off to Pret. Suitably refreshed we have a stroll around New Look I am sooo underwhelmed by New Look, have been for simply ages, cheap and nasty with one or two exceptions. A couple of years ago I would have been hard pressed not to buy something but these days... shame really. Mind you gone are the days when I could have spent a fortune in Zara. Aaaanyway, we leave and then we are off again to Notting Hill Gate and Trendco, Stephanie requires new hair. We arrive early and dive into a local hostelry for a half hour where I have a lovely chat with a woman who just been to the David Bowie exhibition at the V&A. I must admit having looked at it on their website I am not inclined to visit although I am considering becoming a member as then all the exhibitions will be free.
We cross the road and its into Trendco. My goodness we have wigs here there and everywhere. Such a fabulous advisor too. Naughty Stephanie selects a wig and another, and another and then... another ! Suitably weighed down we exit the shop and hop the bus back to Oxford Street only to find they have forgotten to pack something so we have to return. We are sooo lucky buses appear magically and we are soon homeward bound.

Quite how we do the things we do, go to the places we go to without a care in the world is a constant source of amazement to us both. Its never until its all over that we realise what we have done etc :-)

Well its off to the LAM on Sunday to see how D got on with dying those long line bra's for us and to see the delicious Penny and Dave who will be unfortunately sans Natacha.