Troubles Before Nöel…

The time just before Christmas is the best described as “chaotic” and any unexpected mishaps during this certain time of the year make one’s stomach more acidic than usual.

Firstly, my Philippe Starck loo broke down. It was Hubbie’s favourite seat in our walk-in shower room which is now disabled until our plumber finds a spare time in January.
The water has stopped filling the tank but it trickles down the bowl incessantly. So I have employed a chopstick as a wedge. A sad sight, indeed…


Then, my left eye started to go wrong.
In the lower eyelid, I felt very uncomfortable – prickly, light sensitive, stingy, teary and sticky. The symptom has been going on for a good few days, and with no sign of improvement, it starts to worry me. Do I have to suffer like this during the holiday? I have so many DVDs to go through! What am I gonna do???
Fortunately, London’s best known eye hospital, Moorfields Eye Hospital, was a few minutes walk from my flat and I decided to pay a visit to their A&E.
After being examined by two specialist nurses and waiting for three hours, a doctor diagnosed my left eyelid’s infection and handed me a care instruction and a copy of prescription. Phew! I was worried if they were to say ‘Stop crying wolf and go home!’…


Then, another mishap ensued.
Hubbie claimed that he seemed to have misplaced his iPhone somewhere, either his office or home, since last evening and it was still missing. ‘Oh sh*t! What am I gonna do?!’ His gaze was suspended in mid-air, jogging his memory.
We practically emptied his bag upside down and shook it more than three times, searched all pockets on his jackets, crawled around the floor of our car and peeled every pile of papers on his desk at home. Disappointingly, the search bore no fruit, so we drove to his office and resumed our search there. The result was just the same. We found no phone. So we came home feeling dejected. Hubbie said he was going to give one final sweeping inside the car before reporting about his missing phone to his network provider. I wished him the best of luck as he walked out of the door but he returned promptly, saying that he forgot a car key. Then, I heard him stopped dead on the spot, ‘I found it! I found the phone!!’ The phone was on his desk chair all the time, being hidden under the cushion. It must have slid out of his jeans pocket when he plonked himself down the night before. Oh dear…

Mr.B did not participate in our search party, by the way…


He said he was just a lap dog, not a sniffer dog nor a retriever.
Do you think it’s a good idea that you give a cold shoulder to a Santa’s help before Christmas Eve?…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Steak, Guy Bourdin & Christmas Tree…

I am very sorry for abandoning my blog again.
Nothing drastic had happened during the silence except my daily fight with muscle fatigue and aches caused by the all-out hockey action which has commenced since last September. When one’s body is much too tired, one’s will to do anything other than absolutely necessary wanes, and as the result, my thumb dancing had been on pause over my iPhone screen for quite a while. Now, a quick sit-rep of my household. My.B is doing very well by the help of medications. He is comfortable and still full of beans. And Hubbie is the same old himself, busy, busy & busy. So, it is all good & happy in my household!

Last Saturday, Hubbie and I went out for an early Christmas lunch at Hawksmoor, Covent Garden. We had dined at their Shoreditch branch on Curtain Road some years ago but this West End Restaurant was new for us.
We were both in the mood for serious meat eating, and therefore, we opted for 850g of Porterhouse steak to share. We also ordered tender stem broccoli, salad with vinaigrette and beef dripping chips.

Waiters cross the numbers out from the blackboard as the cuts were sold off…


After about a half an hour of waiting, our foods were brought to the table….


And they were great. The seasoning was exquisite and the way the steak was done was perfect.
Especially, their beef dripping chips, they were so wickedly tasty. Sorry my arteries and hello to my cholesterol…


After settling our full stomach with cappuccino, we waded through The Piazza which was awash with Christmas shoppers as well as tourists.

A lone silver reindeer on the display…


‘I am just a reindeer! Get me out of HERE!!’

It looked like as if the deer wanted to be free from the madness of Covent Garden in weekend.
Even there was a mass exodus of Santas on BMXs…


Modern Christmas becomes more and more insane, don’t you agree?

Somerset House, here we come…


We were there for the Guy Bourdin exhibition…







It was great to see and understand his method of creating the works. Hubbie told me about his sad demise towards the end of his career. Guy Bourdin was a perfectionist who would have hated to work with someone like Anna Wintour for sure…

After the exhibition, we walked around an indoor Christmas market, expecting it to be the same as the last year’s. However, I was disappointed because there was no independent traders but all Fortnum & Mason. I had nothing against one of the most famous London stores but I just didn’t want those big names in my face everywhere I went. I would go to Piccadilly if I wanted to shop in F&M, thank you very much! So please leave some chance encounters with small retailers at Somerset House next Christmas.

An opulently decorated Christmas tree in the courtyard…


Then, we grabbed a cab on Aldwych and sped home where our dear Mr.B awaited…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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