Well October went in a blur and November seems to be
following suit, in fact whole year seems to have flown by at an alarming rate.
It’s been a challenging month in certain ways, if I’m honest blogging has been
pretty damn low on the agenda and I certainly owe a few phone calls and more
than a few emails.
You may have seen from Mim and Vix I had the opportunity to
meet with Mim and Emma and head over to see Vix in Bath a couple of week’s ago.
It was a fab day out and lovely to catch up with them all after so many months.
I didn’t go with the expectation of buying anything per se, I took some pennies
just in case there might have been a handbag with my name on it. As it goes
there wasn’t but I did buy three dresses!
The two colourful ones were £10 each
the purple one is handmade and as you can see is in rather an unflattering pose
on the washing line because it smells of ‘old dress’ despite a wash, so it’s
been out on the line airing. Actually it's been out for about two weeks now I come to think of
it (mostly because it’s dark when I get up for work and dark when I get home so
I keep forgetting it’s there!!) I’ll get it in this weekend and if it still
needs it, will try what Vix suggested of sticking it in the wash with a scoop of
Wilko’s equivalent of oxy-clean, I still need to buy some first
The green dress is also handmade and smelt a bit fusty, like
it had been in storage for ages, but I took a punt and washed it on a cool wash.
It no longer smells but sadly bit did shrink (arse) however again as Vix
suggested I soaked it with some conditioner, Aussie Miracle Moist, no less and
it *seems* to have recovered enough to be wearable. I need to press it first
As Mim mentioned I did indeed set her the challenge that if
she wore her zombie dress I’d wear my mad Cheshire Cat one. That was a October
purchase actually. I was home alone with a bottle of prosecco and nothing on the
TV browsing the internet, fatal as I’m sure others will testify.
actually a Lindy Bop dress and yes I know I swore I would never buy from them
again but as it goes it’s actually well made and a good fit. Anyone who knows me
will contest I am a sucker for a novelty print so it was a no brainer that
thankfully paid off.
I don’t have any pictures of us from the day because I
arrived and knocked the Kinky Melon dummy flying which rather distracted me from
the thought of finding my camera! I was just a tad mortified.
Sadly the time with Emma was short because she
had to head off early and even shorter with Vix because she was working. Mim and
I had a good catch up though and she took us to a lovely tea/coffee shop in a
bit of Bath I’ve not been to before as well as an ace cocktail bar when my train
was cancelled and I suddenly had an hour to kill.
(photo nicked from Emma!)
As it goes the trains did put a real dampener on the day.
Emma had a hideous journey to Bath and I had a crap one home.
The train I was
due to catch was cancelled so they said they would get the next one to call
additionally at my stop. They announced this various times so we all piled on,
as you can imagine it was pretty full and I ended up standing in the middle of a
carriage for the whole journey. We got to Swindon and apparently they told all the people there about the additional stop too so another surge of people loaded on, thankfully I
had had the foresight to move nearer the end of the carriage before they did.
Sadly it seems in all of this the one person the forgot to
tell about the additional stop was the actual train driver. He sailed straight through and
didn’t stop until Reading!?!
Cue much swearing under the breath from me! Indeed there
were so many irate people they made a special announcement at Reading and
thankfully it was only a 20 minute wait for the next train back, (ironically the
Bristol train which goes through Bath.) Again it was wedged full and standing,
this time I didn’t get further than the vestibule. A rather flustered lady got
in and said she was all of a dither because she had been on the train from Bath,
the man next to her went ‘so was I’ and like an AA meeting we went round one by
one the 15 people in the vestibule with each and every one of us going, so was
I, so was I, me too, me as well.
I was in complete grumpy old woman mode by the
time I got in I vented my spleen at the GWR twitter account where I got in the
most ridiculous twitter conversation with someone called Jordan who didn’t seem
to know what planet he was on let alone what a train was. I come to the
conclusion it’s actually a very clever ploy by GWR, to have your angry and
frustrated customers answered by the most vacant of airheads so they will
just give up and go away!
October has meant the cinema. We saw Victoria and Abdul which
was gently entertaining and I managed to catch the new Kingsman film just before
it went off. I enjoyed it, not as good as the first but thoroughly entertaining
never the less. We also went to see the new Thor film on the release day. I
bloody loved it, everything you want from a marvel film and more (including a
moment with Chris Hemsworth in a tiny towel!?!)
I also squeezed in a dinner with Soo and Melissa. Soo met me
at work and we popped into a little chi-chi boutique because she had spotted a
top that would be perfect for her sister. As they are a similar size she decided
to try it on and whist she did I pootled about looking at all the accessories
and bits which were beautifully displayed about the shop.
Now the proprietor was
nice enough, very friendly but just a tad too over eager to get us to buy, she
seemed determined I should buy something too. To set the scene she and the majority of her stock were
dinky, we are talking on the whole, the largest size of most ranges being a U.K
size 12 and a petite one at that, so you know, pretty tiny. I’m not teeny tiny.
I'm tall and a bit fat.........It was never
going to end well.
She chatted away as she frantically rummaged before
triumphantly announcing I would look “just fabulous in this!” ‘This’ turned out
to be a voluminous and completely shapeless dull green trouser and top set. I’m
perplexed at how such a huge circus tent of an outfit was actually there at all when you
consider the rest of the stock, clearly an ordering aberration at some point in
Anyway not withstanding that I could easily have fitted three of me in said outfit and as I say I’m by no means
It was one of
the few moments in my life where I was completely and utterly lost for words,
Soo stepped out of the changing room right at that moment and was also looking
with the same mute surprise/horror/despair at the vision in green. She weakly
said something like “oh, it’s trousers” which broke the spell and thankfully as
she was wearing the top she was trying out, we quickly turned the conversation
to that instead. She went back into the changing room and luckily my sense of
humour got the better of me and I started to giggle and then to snort with
laughter when I thought of the humongous green outfit.
I did think
about it afterwards though, from the point of view of if I had been a shy and
insecure kind of a person I might well have been devastated by what could have
been perceived as a judgement on my size, because there were other things in the
shop that would have fitted me much better and were also more my style and
colour. There was a beautiful black top with Chinese style print of a crane in
gold and white for example, also even if the trouser set would have been in my size, the colour was hideous and would not have suited me and my colouring at all. It reminded me of a
recent story in the paper about some vicious little cats in a Topshop store who
roared with laughter and then mocked a middle aged lady who asked for something
in a bigger size.
I could have left in tears, and now I wonder with hindsight
whether I should have said something even if it was just the “Jesus that’s enormous!
how fat does she think I am??” that went through my head out loud to try
and make the scales sizeism fall from her eyes a little.
was great and Soo got a perfect present for her sister so that’s all that
The end of the month was our 20th Anniversary,
that’s dating not wedding just to clarify, still no plans for any time soon on
that front. We have got into the habit of going to London for our anniversary
and this year was no exception. As it was 20 years we wanted to do something a
bit special and with that in mind I got us tickets for Young Frankenstein at the
Garrick starring Ross Noble as Himself is a big fan of his.
We went up for the
whole day and visited The London Transport Museum to see their exhibition Poster
Girls. I really wanted to see it and I knew it would appeal to Himself as a
graphic designer. Of course we forgot until we got there that we were going to a
museum, in the capital, at half term………it was rammed!
Shrieking kids running
everywhere is definitely my idea of hell so we didn’t spend too much time in the
museum itself. Thankfully there weren’t many in the exhibition so we got to
browse in relative silence. We tend to amble about at different paces and catch
each other up at the end, we both agreed the early work up to the 1940’s were
It’s well worth a visit if you happen to be in the Covent Garden
We mooched towards the theatre having dinner on the way at a lovely
Italian we have eaten at before. (Definitely the food theme of the anniversary!)
We both enjoyed the production especially from the point of view of the cast who
were all amazing, the musical itself was not so good. To be fair it had it’s
moments but on the whole it was just trying too hard to be big and clever and
funny, it was all very 1970’s Benny Hill sexual innuendo and not in a good way, cringeworthy rather than funny if you know what I mean.
Big shout out to Hadley Fraser the leading man though who was absolutely amazing, oh and also to Himself for buying me an ice cream in the interval
without dying with shock horror at the price! There was a problem with the sound
equipment after the interval which lead to Hadley Fraser and Ross Noble coming
out in front of the safety curtain and ad libbing for a good 15 or 20 minutes
which in some ways was actually the best bit of the night.
Himself had been very mysterious and asked whether I was
doing anything at the weekend and when I said no said “keep it free” It turned
out he had booked us dinner at our favourite restaurant in Bournemouth so I also
had to pack an overnight bag! It was a lovely surprise (even though I hate
surprises) and we had a great weekend. The only downside was the hotel he
booked us into was pretty awful. The room wasn’t very clean, there were no
towels and the whole toilet moved when I sat on it!!
Thankfully the bed was
clean and as he pointed out it was only for one night. We got changed and went for a mooch along the beach stopping for a drink at a bar on the beach side.
We had a delicious
dinner, the proprietor of Valentino’s told me “you are very colourful, your
dress has a lot of colours” I preferred the comment from one of the little
girl’s at the birthday party behind me that my dress was “amaaaaazing!”
We went from the restaurant to Wetherspoons and drank lots of
Yes 20 years down the line and he still makes me cry with laughter, especially when I'm trying to pose for a nice picture.
Anyway let’s just say I was feeling quite 'tired and emotional' by the time we
headed back to the hotel. I couldn’t face breakfast the next day which I’m quite
glad about as it smelt pretty grim when we checked out.
Instead we sat by the sea
drinking tea (me) & coffee (him) watching the world go by until it was time to head to the station. On the walk there we stumbled across a Day of The Dead Parade which was amazing, such good fun to watch a real bonus addition to the trip.
Our actual anniversary date was Tuesday so we went for an Italian hat trick
and ate at Gino’s in Oxford. Mostly because I didn't want to be at home for trick or treaters after being completely mobbed last year.(Bah Humbug)
So that was October, I have done some more October spending, quite a bit actually, so I'll share that in another post. November is going to be manic, I've already been out gadding twice and it's only the 4th!