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blackberry444We finally got to John Lewis this afternoon, and sure enough they had several wallpapers we liked. We settled on one with ivy on an almost white background, I gave the assistant all my details and now only have to telephone to let her know how many rolls we require and give her my card details.
It was so much easier than I was dreading, because John Lewis is right next to a large car park which has a bridge across to the second storey of the shop. Inside there were lifts and escalators everywhere and we found Home Decorating in the basement very easily. It took quite a long time to decide which paper to buy, as I found three which I really liked, so I gave John the casting vote.
It was all so painless that I whisked John round the corner to Marks and Spencer to buy a suit for the forthcoming wedding. I cannot believe that he bought a perfectly nice-looking, smart and apparently serviceable suit for £79. Last time he bought a suit it cost best part of £200, or maybe more and when he used to have them made bespoke they were even more expensive. Not only that, but because you can buy the jackets and trousers separately, it fits perfectly; even the trousers don't need to be taken up!!
He's such a fibber, though. When I said he had to have a new white shirt and a new tie, he said he had a perfectly good white shirt at home and he didn't need a tie. When we got home and I demanded to see the shirt and tie, he brought out a couple of white shirts so ancient that they're not even white any more, and probably stretch open between the buttons and the tie he was proposing to wear is his regimental tie, which is ancient and looks as though he's been tying things up in the garden with it. I don't know, he's like a sulky teenager sometimes.
We had a problem finding our way back to the car park. We returned to John Lewis, but because we didn't go in through the door we had come out of, we got completely lost. We must have spent 20 minutes going up and down on escalators and in lifts, looking for the floor which had the bridge to the car park, asking members of staff, who seemed to have no idea how to get out of the place, and finally being told how to get out of there by another customer. I felt really silly.
I didn't try it on, but as we were passing, I did see a really lovely hat in Accessorize which might be just right for the wedding if I ever find a dress to wear, so I may go back on my own or possibly with Charles.
I saw a very small handbag in John Lewis which I thought might do and it turned out to cost £125. Maybe I should look in Accessorize for a bag too. I have a beautiful and expensive handbag which I've hardly ever used, but it's shiny brown patent, which is, of course, the reason I've hardly used it.
I got on much better than I expected. I only got breathless twice, and was able to find a seat till I recovered, and I had no trouble walking. Mind you, everywhere has escalators and lifts. Marks & Spencer even had a very short escalator for the half-dozen steps up into the shop, and I noticed in John Lewis that there was a lift for wheelchairs users to go up a similar short flight of steps from one department to another.
I feel confident enough to go back again, although I don't think I can go alone because I can't carry anything heavier than a couple of books. Maybe that will get better when I see the cardiologist.
This evening Bramble went missing and I was horrified to find that he's finally worked out how to get down into the front garden from my open bedroom window. Of course, he can't get back up again.
Charles was looking for him all over the house, and I sat at my desk calling him. When I got up to do something, I caught sight of him on the other side of the road, and when I called to him again, he started to return across the road but changed his mind.
I went downstairs and eventually managed to get him in, but since we don't let the cats out at night, because that is when most of them get killed, I can now only have the window open a couple of inches and Bramble is very cross about it. It means that poor Phoebe, who's such a good cat and never gives us a moment's anxiety, can't sit out on the windowsill, either, which she loves to do late at night. If she could tolerate the bedroom door being shut so that Trouble couldn't get in, it would be OK, but as soon as the door to a room is shut she becomes completely paranoid and runs about in distress until it's opened.
So neither of them can sit on the windowsill and I can only have the window open a crack.
I'm going to lock them both out tonight and have the window open as much as I like!
It was so much easier than I was dreading, because John Lewis is right next to a large car park which has a bridge across to the second storey of the shop. Inside there were lifts and escalators everywhere and we found Home Decorating in the basement very easily. It took quite a long time to decide which paper to buy, as I found three which I really liked, so I gave John the casting vote.
It was all so painless that I whisked John round the corner to Marks and Spencer to buy a suit for the forthcoming wedding. I cannot believe that he bought a perfectly nice-looking, smart and apparently serviceable suit for £79. Last time he bought a suit it cost best part of £200, or maybe more and when he used to have them made bespoke they were even more expensive. Not only that, but because you can buy the jackets and trousers separately, it fits perfectly; even the trousers don't need to be taken up!!
He's such a fibber, though. When I said he had to have a new white shirt and a new tie, he said he had a perfectly good white shirt at home and he didn't need a tie. When we got home and I demanded to see the shirt and tie, he brought out a couple of white shirts so ancient that they're not even white any more, and probably stretch open between the buttons and the tie he was proposing to wear is his regimental tie, which is ancient and looks as though he's been tying things up in the garden with it. I don't know, he's like a sulky teenager sometimes.
We had a problem finding our way back to the car park. We returned to John Lewis, but because we didn't go in through the door we had come out of, we got completely lost. We must have spent 20 minutes going up and down on escalators and in lifts, looking for the floor which had the bridge to the car park, asking members of staff, who seemed to have no idea how to get out of the place, and finally being told how to get out of there by another customer. I felt really silly.
I didn't try it on, but as we were passing, I did see a really lovely hat in Accessorize which might be just right for the wedding if I ever find a dress to wear, so I may go back on my own or possibly with Charles.
I saw a very small handbag in John Lewis which I thought might do and it turned out to cost £125. Maybe I should look in Accessorize for a bag too. I have a beautiful and expensive handbag which I've hardly ever used, but it's shiny brown patent, which is, of course, the reason I've hardly used it.
I got on much better than I expected. I only got breathless twice, and was able to find a seat till I recovered, and I had no trouble walking. Mind you, everywhere has escalators and lifts. Marks & Spencer even had a very short escalator for the half-dozen steps up into the shop, and I noticed in John Lewis that there was a lift for wheelchairs users to go up a similar short flight of steps from one department to another.
I feel confident enough to go back again, although I don't think I can go alone because I can't carry anything heavier than a couple of books. Maybe that will get better when I see the cardiologist.
This evening Bramble went missing and I was horrified to find that he's finally worked out how to get down into the front garden from my open bedroom window. Of course, he can't get back up again.
Charles was looking for him all over the house, and I sat at my desk calling him. When I got up to do something, I caught sight of him on the other side of the road, and when I called to him again, he started to return across the road but changed his mind.
I went downstairs and eventually managed to get him in, but since we don't let the cats out at night, because that is when most of them get killed, I can now only have the window open a couple of inches and Bramble is very cross about it. It means that poor Phoebe, who's such a good cat and never gives us a moment's anxiety, can't sit out on the windowsill, either, which she loves to do late at night. If she could tolerate the bedroom door being shut so that Trouble couldn't get in, it would be OK, but as soon as the door to a room is shut she becomes completely paranoid and runs about in distress until it's opened.
So neither of them can sit on the windowsill and I can only have the window open a crack.
I'm going to lock them both out tonight and have the window open as much as I like!
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Date: 2007-06-05 08:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-05 05:33 pm (UTC)It's alleged to be washing-machine safe, and I know my cousin's late husband used to get her to wash his M&S suits, but can it really be OK with something so cheap?