She loaded up WW with the donations that she was going to take to her shop and headed out for a number 14 bus.
The traffic was heavy and it seemed to take ages to get to Fulham Broadway but get there she did and was greeted by the same crew that she had seen there yesterday!
"Haven't you lot been home?" she joked and was greeted by grins and laughter. She handed over a big bag of children's clothes and shoes, gave Amy a gift for organising four pairs of prescription glasses, more about these in our next post.
"I'll see you tomorrow when I come to collect the wool, I can't take it now as I am going off to Kensington High Street, then Jermyn Street", she showed Amy where it was and they stuck labels onto the two bags.
She caught a 28 bus up to Kensington High Street, where she found the photo machines in Boots but none of them were working, boring but never mind, she remembered the big branch of Boots on Piccadilly Circus, which is a short walk from where she was headed to on Jermyn Street.
She was bound for 'Emma Willis' whose label is in a cashmere cardigan, a huge comfy old 'sloppy Joe' of a sweater which has a few holes in it caused by horrid Mr. or Mrs. Moth.
The assistant said she would 'try' to get her thread with which to darn the holes, huh, not very good service!
'John Smedley', whose wonderful knitwear shop is just across the road, would have whipped the cardigan out of her hand, taken her name and address and sent the garment off to be mended.. for very little money.
But she knows that Smedley's knitwear is made in the UK ,whereas this other shops' knitwear is probably made else, or rather, who knows, where!
Along Jermyn Street she walked, past Floris, how she loves their products, a sharp right turn brought her onto Piccadilly and into the circus where the big branch of Boots is to be found.
Up she went onto the first floor where, at the back on the left, there is a bank of photo machines, she transferred the relevant photos onto a disc, paid the cashier £2.00 which she thought was a very fair and reasonable price and left to catch a bus to come home.
If her left foot hadn't decided to play up and become sore, who knows why, she would have strolled into Chinatown and found yumyum to eat but she said 'another day' and came home.
We wonder what the weekend and next week have in store for us, she has to collect the wools she's has paid for and bring them home and Pat and she have fixed a date, February 5th, to look at knitting patterns.
She has bulbs and a few perennials to plant out in a friends' garden and has Dahlias and lots of bulbs to plant out at our allotments plus several Lily of the Valley, which she'll plant underneath the big fig tree and in the back border.
It is a friends' birthday on February 8th, she's found something which will make him 'laugh', although the subject isn't 'funny', it's the biography of a man who, at one point, was his wife's brother in law.. for a very short time!
He had a very 'active' war, winning a DSO and an MC.. these initials stand for Distinguished Service Order and Military Cross. You certainly don't get them for being a sissy.
She'll buy the book tomorrow, wrap it up and get it into the post early next week in plenty of time for his birthday.
Talking about birthdays.. I know this sounds tough but guess what, it's supposed to be. It is this.. those children who do not write and thank her for sending them a birthday present, do not get one the next year.
Now she's heading for YumYum HQ and I'm girding my wings to flap out there to supervise. I know there's a pomegranate for pudding but have not the faintest clue what we are having before, hence I'm going as well.. it might be something I don't like.. joke!
GeeGee Parrot.
January 26th, 2018.
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