Trains, Planes and Automobiles...more trains please

My wind often wanders while I'm writing my posts so I've decided to put my thoughts in quotes (or paretheses whichever you prefer) and italics. This way it's easier to read what I actually want to say versus the thoughts that suddenly pop in my head. I am one of those people who can have a conversation with myself in my head. I'm just kooky that way.

I finally found platform 9 3/4. I've been to King's Cross so many times and crossed that platform (more running than crossing, I just have this fear of being left behind by a train. I remember having breakfast with Meh in Paddington. For those of you who know her, she cannot be rushed during mealtimes. I think this is just the lady in her or maybe it's the manifestation of the brute in me. As she was finishing her toast, I was paying our bill, drinking oj and putting my coat on at the same time. The look she gave me was hilarious with a touch of menacing thrown in to tell me that I was being so rude. Hey I figure, we've known each other since four, so I can be allowed the liberty at times to rush her without being subtle. *Grin*) I've been on platform 9 so many times but have never seen Harry Potter's platform before. As we got out of the gates, there it was, complete with half a trolley (I assume the other half is on the other side towards Hogwarts). It made me remember what attracts me to London...there are just so many quirky things to see if you keep your eyes open. I've seen the hospital where Louis Pasteur invented penicillin to name one. I just need to find where Sherlock Holmes lived (I've been told it doesn't exist. Shame.)

The train ride from Cambridge was wonderfully quick and full of scenery. I always like train rides, there's just so much to see in the countryside. As always, you (or ewe) see sheep that look like fluffy clouds in the distance. There was one that was particularly close to the tracks that looked like a fluffy marshmallow, all white and bouncy looking without legs. Cows, a particular favorite especially when there's lots of them. As you all know (or not) I have a thing for cows (no not the kind of thing that lands you on the sex offender's list). I just like cowprint. I was given a mug with cow print complete with pink teats for the legs, perfect gift for me, I just love it. (Somehow, I just sound like a pervert when I say that.) And horses. Loads of them scattered around with scenery, just munching on...stuff. There's no grass so it's either they've eaten the whole landscape, or they just munch on stuff you can't see (from the train that is.) I just noticed today how some horses have coats on (you know, those rainproof coats they wear on their backs) and how some of them don't. How do you know if a horse is cold and he needs his coat? Next time I see one up close I'll check if it goes brrrr.

Things that make you go...EH?

Seen today in amazon:

Customers who bought a Le Creuset Cast Iron Round Casserole also bought:

Le Creuset Stoneware Deep Rectangular Dish
Le Creuset Handle Glove
Benazir Bhutto's Reconciliation: Islam, Democracy and the West

Overheard:

Man: Hey, this plant looks just like the one we have back home. I think it's called 5 fingers. It's a lucky plant.

Woman: Looks more like 3 fingers to me. I guess it's not so lucky.

Eh?

It's official...I'm an adult

There's a moment in your life when you realize that you're no longer as carefree as you once was back when Madonna first wore fishnet stockings (this was before she was married to Guy...heck this was before MTV). I was in the park with my trainer (listen to me sounding all posh eh?) when she told me about RBS sacking 40,000 employees. I felt my heart race and it wasn't because of the jogging (yes my friends...I jog now...). I bank with RBS in one of their subsidiary banks, and I was suddenly scared shitless that I would be able to have access to my money, or worse, my money would be gone. I don't have millions in the bank, but I have some so that I can pay for things that I would rather have in life (they're not a necessity but you want them anyway...) i.e. trainer, food, rent. It motivated me to finish our training session (man, you've never seen me run so fast!) and go back to the office to check the news (what would I have done if this happened pre internet?)

RBS is not going bust, I can still pay for my trainer, and I can still sleep at night knowing that I won't be penniless tomorrow. Thank you thank you I will be seeing you on Sunday in church.

Bob enjoying a pizza

Bob was hungry last week and ordered some pizza. Yummm.

He looks like he's about to jump in.

Life's little pleasures

A few weeks ago I had lunch at Kiasu and had my customary hainanese chicken rice meal. As I was walking back home, out of the corner of my eye, there was display case full of...bamboo steamers. Hmmm...about turn... OMG it's a chinese grocery! *Jump for joy.* It's a chinese grocery! *Twirl around while the locals mumble about these loony immigrants invading Britain*. My friend looked at me as if I've gone bonkers. I won't have to trek all the way to Picadilly just to get my fill of tofu, oyster sauce, chilli sauce (my mother in law hasn't given me my rations yet), Kewpie (those in the know...you know what kewpie is), Kai lan, sesame oil. Ohmaigas!

I just had to go in for an inspection (of course). It was better than I imagined. They even have the black herbal tea that I used to hate when I was a kid. Ki pe loh (who would have thought I'd go gaga over throat medicine?) They have everything! (Ok. Obviously not. If they had dried deer testicles then they'd have everything...but since we are talking about the chinese here then I wouldn't be surprised if they did.) I digress as usual.

I dragged M as soon as we had the same day off (what? I'm not going to carry all that load, after all, I'm a laydeeee.) I started grabbing stuff as soon as we got in. An hour later, M commented that I looked like a kid in a candy shop. I suppose I was. I didn't have to trek all the way to Chinatown together with the obligatory tourists posing underneath the Chinese arch. I didn't have to take the tube. Glorious!

And so, like so many years ago when my roomates and I used to take pictures of our pantry, I present to you...my grocery shopping (minues the Tesco cereal and perrier). Spot the hidden booze!