Here we can all be heard for a little while. Part 2

Flybaby

Morning squishables,
I let hubby know I was upset, in the most unconstructive way and he was brilliant with it, so much stressing on my part for nothing really. Sigh. He immediately apologised for being so insensitive, and was incredibly grown up about the whole thing despite the fact that I literally exploded at him. Hmmmmm.............. I really should give him more credit.
Thanks for the calming words and squishes.
I have now moved on to the next thing to stress about.........is there a way to stop the never ending over-stressing?

Gingernutty

Hi Squishables!

I've come back with cinema tickets and shoes!!

I went on my day trip to Leicester Square on the same day as a contentious football match (cue police officers patrolling the train on the way down :eek:) and a big Halt Trident rally in Trafalgar Square (cue mad crowds, random lost placard wavers in search of toilets and refreshments and there were police helicopters flying around all day).

It's weird, but little things can take the shine of the whole day.

I went shopping at M&S' flagship Oxford Street store and went in search of a particular waistcoat which is proving more popular than M&S thought.

There were two size 10s and one size 12 left. I went up to the Order and Collect counter who, after checking I was prepared to travel, checked for me and found some in my size in Luton, Peterborough, Frampton, Lincolnshire and Middlesbrough and with no idea if the "119 singles" about to be delivered around London included any size 18s. Yes, I was prepared to travel around London, but not that far.

Had breakfast and wandered down to Leicester Square for The Big Short.

The ladies toilets were hard to find, had no toilet paper and the soap dispensers didn't work. That's for the first film of the day. No one had checked them since the last clean the previous evening. :mad:

The screen was at the top of the building, four escalators up. It was brilliant, very informative and included brief cameos from celebrities like Margot Robbie and Selena Gomez to explain terminology and give examples of how things worked. Although I'd never heard of the celebrity chef, Anthony Bourdain.

After the film, I had a couple of hours to kill before the next one and I went off in search of the Haagen-Daaz restaurant.

I'd been salivating for days at the thought of sitting down and blowing out on ice cream and pastry and, and and....I couldn't decide what I was going to have but it was going to be good.

Nope.

There was a building site covered in hoardings with homeless people in the old doorways and a small notice apologizing for regretfully closing down on Sunday 17th January 2016 and thanking all patrons for our valuable custom.

The Ben & Jerry's concession in the cinema I had just left was small consolation. Eating a punnet of Cinnamon Buns and Blueberry Cheesecake standing in a corner of the foyer wasn't very nice at all.

I went out and about, got caught in the Stop The War throng, found a Burger King which had no soft drinks and had pigeons waddling around :eek: and left before I ordered anything.

I found EAT and had a spicy chicken noodle salad and a cookie.

Wandered around Seven Dials (Neal's Yard, boutique shops, New Age fortune tellers and astrology shops) before going to see Trumbo at the Odeon in one of its Studio Screens.

The building was tall, narrow, had multiple staircases between the ground floor and the top and the auditoria were very small with no more than 8 rows.

To find the toilets, we had to climb up to Screen Three, turn to our immediate right and down two sets of stairs to find three cubicles, three basins and one hand dryer. Hit and miss with the toilet paper again.

The screen indicator for the Trumbo screen, was already showing the Dad's Army film which was due to start at 20:00. People arrived late and got in the way as they sat down.

Again the film was very good, dramatizing the story of Dalton Trumbo, a member of the Communist Party of the USA who was jailed for not co-operating with a Congressional investigation and his struggles as he wrote films whilst he was blacklisted.

He won two Oscars in the fifties which were received by others in his place as he was barred from working and couldn't have his name on the credits.

From 19:15 onwards, people arrived (loudly :mad:) asking if this was Dad's Army.

NO! :mad: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Then as the credits started to roll, first photos of the original people who had been depicted popped up and then footage of the real Dalton Trumbo being interviewed was shown.

Of course, as soon as the credits started to roll, people started to get up, chat and get on their 'phones. :mad:

More shushing.

So yes, it was a good film, not completely spoilt, but it wasn't possible to 'immerse' myself.

Out again, to find many shops still open at 20:00.

Boots at Piccadilly Circus closes at 00:00 Monday to Saturday and many shops in Oxford Street close at 21:00.

Got to the train station in plenty of time, had snacks and got home with no further irritations.

I enjoyed my day in the most part and I've got shoes......

Pyxis

:eek: I'm so very glad I don't go to London any more! :D:D

Gingernutty

Pyxis wrote: »

:eek: I'm so very glad I don't go to London any more! :D:D

In spite of the lack of attention to details and cleanliness, I still miss it.

When I tried looking for the waistcoat in M&S Wolverhampton, they can't search surrounding stores anymore. If it couldn't be ordered on one of their little iPads, then they couldn't do anything except give me the numbers of West Midlands M&S' and I could ring round myself.

There are more theatres, cinemas and exhibitions than I can keep up with, shops, streets and parks to explore and lots of people watching.

mellymoo74

Me too pyxis.

I probably should welly last night we played musical mummy's stomach.
It's a hilarious game that involves waiting for your brother/sister to get a drink then charging into their place,kissing your mum and going to sleep once she's awake.

mellymoo74

You know your pets are spoilt when tomcat greets you with indignant meep and stares until breakfast is done.
Doglets sit in the kitchen and stare at you following walk cos they want breakfast.

Right gotta muster the enthusiasm to clean

Pyxis

I think this takes the prize for being the :eek:iest, yuckiest bikini!

whitewing

I am beginning to feel so much better.

It is sunny here and the windows are open to air the house, and hopefully clear up my stuffy nose.

Got to decorate the presents for Mother's Day for my mother. I am not that close to her but my brothers won't bother and I am not so heartless that I can ignore it, so littlewing is decorating some stuff for her.

We will make cakes for MIL as I bought some absolutely beautiful cakes tins from M&S for her when there was an offer on. I'd like to keep them myself but I really don't want cakes in the house if I can help it.

I am not planning too much today but do have a few bits and bobs to wrap up/tidy away.

ETA I would hate to contemplate the bikini bottoms - they can only be worse.

Pyxis

I've bagged up a lot of the sorted stuff from yesterday. The next problem is getting it all to a charity shop. I can rarely park outside as there's never a space, and carrying several heavy bags any distance is going to do my wrists in.

There was a plastic bag put through my letterbox a few days ago for Age UK, supposed to be collected between 8 and 4. I filled it to the brim left it outside at 7.00 and had to bring it back in at 6pm. :mad:

I phoned the number on the bag at 4.00 PM, was put through to another person 'who would be able to help', which turned out to be an automated leave a message service. I left a message with my name, number, address and postcode and my reason for calling, and no-one got back to me.

whitewing

Our local firestations have clothing bins outside for the firefighters charity. You would be able to pull up by it. (Maybe pick yourself up a fireman too )

Failing that I think our recycling centre has textile/clothing bins for charity too.