"Life is a wretched grey Saturday, but it has to be lived through"
This morning was spent waiting about for the post to arrive. And avoiding doorknocking evangelists who I would like to think were out in force in the hopes of being mistaken for postpersons delivering the latest Harry Potter and thus getting people to open their doors. Bah. When the book put in an appearance sometime around noon I settled down to read quite happily for a bit, before deciding possibly I should go into town to do things-that-needed-doing.
So of I pobbled into Lewisham, walking because I couldn't be bothered to wait for a bus, listening to a random mix of things on my I-Pod (Handel's Messiah interspersed with Alanis Morisette, Catatonia & Staind). I went into Boots & left a film in for 1 Hour developing & then bopped off with the intention of filling that hour window-shopping. I ambled along to Millets where I encountered my friend Tom's dad, Mike (who is responsible for much of the madness in the children's masses at my church) and Tom's little sister, Ruth, who must be about 16 now, which is a quite scary thought. They are going camping this summer & were investing in new waterproofs. Very sensible plan.
As I wandered back down the High Street I decided to go into the hairdressers and see if they had any standy appointments as I was back at the shetland pony state of affairs (of my hairs?) and possibly this wanted remedying. They had an appointment straight away so I had my hair washed (and almost fell asleep, which would have been rather embarrassing) and then had rather a lot of it chopped off. I never know what I want my hair to look like, so I hate going to the hairdressers. That and I have a morbid fear of small-talk. Really I think I need either a similarly silent hairdresser, or one who wants to talk about something utterly random like sheep plotting world domination or something vaguely academic. My luck was in and the haircut was nice and quiet, other than the long discussion about holidays being carried on by the person sitting next to be and her hairdresser. Almost as good as a radio play...
The rain came on enthusiastically in the latter stages of the hair-cutting process, but had the grace to stop by the time I emerged from the hairdresser. I wandered back through the market, stopping to buy some peaches on my way to the healthfood shop. Financially, it would make sense for me to buy all my fruit/vegetables/salad from the market, in summer, at least. Obviously the problem with this is that frequently you end up with your own bodyweight in whatever. It is lots cheaper than the supermarket, but a) food gets wasted and b) I am not designed to cart about three tonnes of fruit/veg/salad. Pah. But I am going to see if I can come up with some kind of plan... In the health food shop I rashly bought vegetarian fish fingers. I am not quite sure what came over me. I also bought more normal items, like raspberry soya yoghurt & peanut butter, but shopping insanity clearly struck as I was looking at the chilled foods bit. I shall experiment at some point (any volunteers to help??) and let you all know (in far too much detail, sans doute) what they are like.
I then went and collected my photos and then returned home, getting the 321 along Lee High Road. Bet that confused it. Yes. Ha! When I got in I discovered daddy had been in and had filled the quite dangerous-looking crack between two of the walls of my room. If I am feeling sufficiently energetic tomorrow, I am going to crack on with project undercoating-painting. Katie moved the wardrobes for me on Monday night but since then I have been either asleep, ill, or otherwise occupied & it would be nice to get this stage of the redecorating project out of the way. Vikki and I have fixed up for our Ikea trip to get the rest of my bedroom furniture & I am a bit excited about it all, to say the least. Mwahahahaha. I put photos up onto FaceBook and then finished reading Harry Potter with a couple of pauses for sustenence.
Am now actually fairly tired. Bed may be calling. Au revoir...
So of I pobbled into Lewisham, walking because I couldn't be bothered to wait for a bus, listening to a random mix of things on my I-Pod (Handel's Messiah interspersed with Alanis Morisette, Catatonia & Staind). I went into Boots & left a film in for 1 Hour developing & then bopped off with the intention of filling that hour window-shopping. I ambled along to Millets where I encountered my friend Tom's dad, Mike (who is responsible for much of the madness in the children's masses at my church) and Tom's little sister, Ruth, who must be about 16 now, which is a quite scary thought. They are going camping this summer & were investing in new waterproofs. Very sensible plan.
As I wandered back down the High Street I decided to go into the hairdressers and see if they had any standy appointments as I was back at the shetland pony state of affairs (of my hairs?) and possibly this wanted remedying. They had an appointment straight away so I had my hair washed (and almost fell asleep, which would have been rather embarrassing) and then had rather a lot of it chopped off. I never know what I want my hair to look like, so I hate going to the hairdressers. That and I have a morbid fear of small-talk. Really I think I need either a similarly silent hairdresser, or one who wants to talk about something utterly random like sheep plotting world domination or something vaguely academic. My luck was in and the haircut was nice and quiet, other than the long discussion about holidays being carried on by the person sitting next to be and her hairdresser. Almost as good as a radio play...
The rain came on enthusiastically in the latter stages of the hair-cutting process, but had the grace to stop by the time I emerged from the hairdresser. I wandered back through the market, stopping to buy some peaches on my way to the healthfood shop. Financially, it would make sense for me to buy all my fruit/vegetables/salad from the market, in summer, at least. Obviously the problem with this is that frequently you end up with your own bodyweight in whatever. It is lots cheaper than the supermarket, but a) food gets wasted and b) I am not designed to cart about three tonnes of fruit/veg/salad. Pah. But I am going to see if I can come up with some kind of plan... In the health food shop I rashly bought vegetarian fish fingers. I am not quite sure what came over me. I also bought more normal items, like raspberry soya yoghurt & peanut butter, but shopping insanity clearly struck as I was looking at the chilled foods bit. I shall experiment at some point (any volunteers to help??) and let you all know (in far too much detail, sans doute) what they are like.
I then went and collected my photos and then returned home, getting the 321 along Lee High Road. Bet that confused it. Yes. Ha! When I got in I discovered daddy had been in and had filled the quite dangerous-looking crack between two of the walls of my room. If I am feeling sufficiently energetic tomorrow, I am going to crack on with project undercoating-painting. Katie moved the wardrobes for me on Monday night but since then I have been either asleep, ill, or otherwise occupied & it would be nice to get this stage of the redecorating project out of the way. Vikki and I have fixed up for our Ikea trip to get the rest of my bedroom furniture & I am a bit excited about it all, to say the least. Mwahahahaha. I put photos up onto FaceBook and then finished reading Harry Potter with a couple of pauses for sustenence.
Am now actually fairly tired. Bed may be calling. Au revoir...