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Humbug? Bah!
It was my 33rd birthday on Friday. It was a quiet one. We did our food shopping for Christmas Day*, and went to a local Italian restaurant for dinner.
Yesterday was lazy, until Alexis remembered/discovered she didn't have any breadcrumbs. This is a problem: the breadcrumbs she likes are only available on import, and only a few specialist/ex-pat store stock them. The nearest such store is in Hampstead, which I hate driving to and parking in at the best of times. Nevertheless, on the second pass around, I managed to get movie-style parking: right in front of the shop. I should've known; the trip back involved 3, possibly 4, London boroughs (Camden, Islington, possibly Haringey, and then Barnet). The problem with Hampstead, y'see, is turning around to point in the direction you want to. The discovery you can't turn left at a certain point onto Kentish Town road, thus requiring a 2 or 3-mile detour to do the quick, less than a mile as-the-crow-flies, trip between Kentish Town and Tufnell Park.
Today would've been lazy as well, except for:
* Apart from stock, milk, and a few other bits and pieces. Turns out that whilst Waitrose was still opening at 11am, they had a half-hour "browsing" period from 10.30am. I mean, a department store I can understand. But a "browsing" period in a supermarket? Any road, that meant it was already jammed solid. In the end, it wasn't such a bad run, but annoying nevertheless.
Oh, and some tidying up: piles of bit of paper relating to this, that, and the other. I did find a birthday card from my Nan, though, which had a nice surprise tucked into it :-) And I arraned our presents around the "tree" (which is actually a tall lamp in one corner of the room).
Now, maybe, I can relax a bit.
Yesterday was lazy, until Alexis remembered/discovered she didn't have any breadcrumbs. This is a problem: the breadcrumbs she likes are only available on import, and only a few specialist/ex-pat store stock them. The nearest such store is in Hampstead, which I hate driving to and parking in at the best of times. Nevertheless, on the second pass around, I managed to get movie-style parking: right in front of the shop. I should've known; the trip back involved 3, possibly 4, London boroughs (Camden, Islington, possibly Haringey, and then Barnet). The problem with Hampstead, y'see, is turning around to point in the direction you want to. The discovery you can't turn left at a certain point onto Kentish Town road, thus requiring a 2 or 3-mile detour to do the quick, less than a mile as-the-crow-flies, trip between Kentish Town and Tufnell Park.
Today would've been lazy as well, except for:
* Apart from stock, milk, and a few other bits and pieces. Turns out that whilst Waitrose was still opening at 11am, they had a half-hour "browsing" period from 10.30am. I mean, a department store I can understand. But a "browsing" period in a supermarket? Any road, that meant it was already jammed solid. In the end, it wasn't such a bad run, but annoying nevertheless.
Oh, and some tidying up: piles of bit of paper relating to this, that, and the other. I did find a birthday card from my Nan, though, which had a nice surprise tucked into it :-) And I arraned our presents around the "tree" (which is actually a tall lamp in one corner of the room).
Now, maybe, I can relax a bit.
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See, that'd be the stupid Sunday trading laws. They're not allowed to be 'open' for more than 6 hours, so if you have the doors open and let people in, you can open the tills at 11am, be open until 5pm, but have a queue of people waiting to buy stuff at 11am.
If the law wasn't stupid, you wouldn't have stupid ways to get around it.
Still, happy birthday and all that, and bah humbug to you too.
Also? Driving around London is one thing I'm not looking forward too...
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CofE primary and traditional 'christian' secondary, yet we have outlooks fundamentally opposed to what they wanted us to pick up. We're just ornery types generally, right?
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