June 3, 2006

• Perfect Blog Fodder

  So there I am, wandering round Liberty's yarn and haberdashery department for the first of what turned into three visits today, having an entirely unnecessary whinge about men in general, and not keeping my voice down: my mother is slightly deaf.  The only time I ever keep my voice down is when she wants to hear what I'm saying.  This is a good illustration of my being perverse. I have managed to get onto the subject of location. 

  
  

  "Living in London means you're useless?  Does that mean that I get to be useless because I live in London?  Are we all useless just because we live in London?  What is it about living in London that makes one useless?

  
  

  A total stranger, dressed in an ill-advised tan chiffon top and trouser affair turns round, glares at me, and enquires

  
  

  "Do you ever stop moaning?"

  
  

  "Oh, yes!" I reply, with my sweetest smile, and wander off join Kerri, and go and pay for the pink yarn I've chosen for Karen's camera cosy.  Cue enormous giggles, and total loss of whinging mood (she was right, I was going on rather, but it wasn't really any of her business, and if she didn't like it, well there were plenty of other departments for her to visit).

  
  

  I'm honestly not sure who was more surprised.  Me, that someone could be so incredibly rude in the middle of a shop: this is not the English way, after all, since the English tend to mumble and grumble under their breath when faced with this sort of thing; or her, with my breezy response, and subsequent disintegration into giggling.  I need to thank her on two levels.  For lightening my mood, and for the blog fodder.  Sadly, I haven't the faintest clue what she looks like, so I won't be able to thank her, even if I do run into her again.

  
  

  People are weird.  On a side note, Kerri is now convinced that there's a picture of me up in the kitchen in the café in Liberty's, with a little note underneath saying 'please feed this woman'.  You should see the mound of cream that came with today's hot chocolate (and that was after the fuss and fluster of my asking for an open sandwich without the bread part of the concoction).

  
  

   Oh.  Hang on.  I took a picture.  It had sunk rather at this point, but you get the general gist.  Someone had also gotten rather whizzy with the chocolate shaker.  By the time I'd polished off that little lot, I felt rather ick.  This feeling stuck with me until supper: ham and Jersey new potatoes.  Note to self.  Do not store Jersey new potatoes in the bag in the cupboard for a week or so before using them.  They do not last, but do go grim.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   Then there's the guy I saw while I was waiting for the bus.  It isn't easy being green.  I remember the olive green school uniform I used to have... the memory does not stop me wearing quantities of green, but I think about the shade.  And the quantity.  He had a green shirt on as well.  Yes, that is a Starbucks on the opposite side of the road, and you can just see the lights of Piccadilly Circus on the right hand side of the photo.  I love my city.

  
  

  xxx

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