I frequently self-flagellate, believing that I haven’t achieved everything I needed to have done. In fact I spend most of my time thinking I could have got more done if I had applied myself. It’s an extremely bad habit, given that when I bother to list what I’ve been up to at any given moment I usually find that it would have been hard to have fitted anything else in.
Today was a case in point. I started slowly – woke late, ate breakfast in bed and snuggled with the dogs. By midday I was ringing the doorbell at my sister’s flat, arms full of presents. I was there to help clear and organise her living and dining room, which were barely visible under too much STUFF, prior to her friends coming around for Sunday lunch.
I prepped the simple lunch for her (roast chicken, roast potatoes, carrots, panettone bread and butter pudding), and left for Hampstead village to look in the sales for anything summer-y for our Thailand trip.
Although retailers like to pay lip service to the idea that we are pan-seasonal these days, it remains that, should you require any kind of summer clothes in winter, you need to shop online. (in that respect I am particularly impressed with Monsoon and Accessorize’s Beach Shop, which has all manner of kaftans, bathing costumes, and hats available all year around.)
That being said I did manage to find two summer-ish dresses, a really great navy shirt dress, and a print frock, and a cotton shirt in Whistles, and a loose shirt to wear over a swimsuit in GAP. After which success, I drove down to Ayla’s house to drop off presents for her and the children.
Then I headed over to Heidi Klein in Westbourne Grove for a spray tan. Pre-tanning I was the colour of skimmed milk – white with a hint of blue. Mmmmm attractive.
I was not best pleased to arrive home to discover that the dogs had vomited Parma ham all over my hallway after Letty gazelled up onto the hall table and stole £10 worth that I had bought from the Italian deli on Parkway for my mother. So there was cleaning that up too. Little f*ckers.
I had an hour at home to eat a late lunch, each mouthful watched over by the dogs, (on a hiding to nothing after the ham episode), before loading up the car again.
Dogs and final presents dropped off at my sister’s, I drove up the M1 to my father’s to drop off my car – there is snow forecast and three weeks is a long time to leave a little car on the road. He then gave me a lift to Milton Keynes, and I am now writing this on an express train to Euston. All my ducks are quacking nicely in a row!
I’ve spent the evening auditing every drawer, closet and shelf in the apartment, looking for things I have forgotten I owned and seeing if there is anything fit for purpose for Thailand.
It’s been quite successful so far, my missing eyeglasses turned up and I have found several pretty sarongs and a Zimmerman beach bag I’d forgotten I owned. (It’s so bloody long since I went anywhere near a beach.)
I still need lots of SPF50 suntan lotion, some kaftans and light dresses to wear in the evenings so horrifically, in the run up to Christmas, Regent Street is beckoning first thing…