Feeling of being overrun

Bitter medicine never comes in small doses, I sighed. To my chagrin, I discovered that our old washer drier had packed up finally Sunday morning with a pool of water on the floor. 

That morning, Bella and I were supposed to be attending Bella’s doggie friend’s first birthday party at Kensington Gardens, and I was rather looking forward to it because of the recent unpleasant incidents. Oh well, I am annoyed but what can I do? Because I seem to have very little control of anything recently. 

Instead of heading towards Chelsea, I trekked to Oxford Circus with Hubbie in tow. And at John Lewis, we ordered an washer drier by Bosch. 

After coming home, I took Bella to Regents Park…

The ground was a full of weekend footballers. 

Because of the remnant of Storm Brian, it was very windy and I had to be extra careful when I threw a frisbee for Bella…

It kept on amazing me that she was very good at anticipating where the frisbee would land. 

Then, she lost it…

Literally, the frisbee disappeared! I combed and combed piles of the fallen leaves but never managed to find the frisbee. How weird, it just vanished into thin air!

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Oh boy

I’m just not in the mood to do blogging right now even though I have an ample time to do so. Do you wanna know why I’m so unmotivated?

Hubbie’s office was broken in last night.

I was absolutely gobsmacked when Hubbie phoned me this morning from a front door of his office. He arrived at the door and saw a substantial damage on it with a huge padlock dangling from it…

This was what the police attached in order to secure the door.

Our neighbours, who lived above our office and reported the commotion to the police last night, saw two motorbikes and four guys speeding away from the street.

The actual damage, apart from the front door, was his five Macs. The thieves yanked them off from the desks and took them away. Luckily, they didn’t take any servers or cameras, therefore, they didn’t clean us out.

If you see this mark on your window or door, clean it right away!

A guy from another office on the same street had paid a visit to us and pointed out that the mark on our window was the same one which was left on his basement window. He claimed that the mark was a sign left by street criminals for members of local burglars so they would know which property to break in. And this particular one indicated which business premises had Macs in their office!

Our landlord came with a team of builders later so they could secure the front door. Their electric drill made a loud noise, and poor Bella was freaking out.

I don’t know when I feel like getting back to chronicling my road trip yet. I would like to but feel a bit too distracted…

You know what I mean…

The criminals made such a mess on my desk, and I am too depressed to sort it out right now… 😦

We miss you…

Bella and I visited Kensington Gardens for a different reason today. We wanted to drop in at the park and lay flowers for Princess Diana because today was the day when the princess died in Paris 20 years ago.

We alighted a bus at the bottom of Kensington Church Street and bought a bouquet of flowers from an open-air florist by the church.

Gilded gate outside the palace was turned into a makeshift shrine for the princess and crowds were gathering around it…

On the same day 20 years ago, I was in Japan, spending my summer holiday with my parents. I still remember clearly what we were doing when the news of her death came in. It was an ordinary sunny Sunday morning and we were watching some news review show on TV. Out of the blue, a guy who was panelling the programme started to listen into his earpiece intently and then announced, ‘Princess Diana seems to be hurt in a traffic accident in Paris.’ My late dad, mum and I looked at each other and uttered ‘Oh my god!’ simultaneously. Then, we saw the same presenter’s expression turned very grave as he received more updates about the princess’s condition. ‘I am afraid to inform you but the princess has died.’ We all lost for words. ‘No, no, NO!’ Princess Diana was very popular in Japan. She was loved because of her beauty and her charity works. We were devastated by the news.

People were reading notes attached to the shrine and laying flowers…

I wanted to come here 20 years ago and mark my respect. Now, I can finally do it, I felt very emotional as I placed my bouquet along the fence.

I never saw her in person but I adored her beauty, especially her warm gaze…

It was difficult to believe that 20 years had passed since she was gone…

She was the best loved British royalty for sure and I miss her very much…

Britain did become a less interesting place since her death. Despite her sons has grown up to be two fine men, they can never match their mother’s star quality and charm. Diana really was one of a kind. She was a treasure.

Lots of media were there to cover how the public were marking their tribute…

BBC, Sky News, CNN, etc, all camping out between the statue of Queen Victoria and Round Pond…

I miss you, Princess Diana. Please rest in peace.

I will never forget you.

London Pride 2017

I must have a break from our road trip memoir today. There are yet bucket-loads to write about and I want to carry on while my memory is still fresh. However, today was a day for Pride in London, and Hubbie and I went to see the parade with Bella in tow.

Before joining a crowd on Regent Street, we decided to have lunch at SAID on Broadwick Street…

SAID has been a fixture of Broadwick Street for a number of years. They sell ludicrously tasty chocolates with amazing twists and also serve delicious Italian dishes. I just love the way they present their simple yet exquisite offerings.

I had SAID Salad – Honey coated roasted goat’s cheese with walnuts and dark chocolate shavings…

I must say, every mouthful was absulute joy. Who invented this amazingly moreish salad? Chocolate in salad? What a crazy but also wonderful idea!

The walnut had a hint of warm sweetness which went very well with the saltiness of the cheese. And the chocolate, it added another depth to the already colourful elements on the plate.

While we munched through our lunch, a group of drag queens were heading towards the parade…

 

 

They were gorgeous!

Later on, I saw them on London Live TV, performing in Leicester Square.

After lunch, we made our way to Regent Street via Carnaby Street and Beak Street. The street was really busy with the manifold of crowds lining along the barriers, waiting for the parade to commence.

‘Too many people here and can’t see a thing. Let’s move towards Piccadilly Circus!’ Hubbie suggested.

We weaved through the crowd, made a detour to an exhibition at Beetles + Huxley and eventually, made it to Piccadilly Circus.

Then, the party started!

 

 

Alas, I could only see moving flags and hear the beat and cheer.

‘Shall we move further down towards Pall Mall?’ We drifted along the crowd who seemed to have the same idea.

But our effort was in vain. Pall Mall was choking with the crowd too!

And Bella decided to sing along with the parade…

 

 

We ended up walking as far as Trafalgar Square but decided to throw in the towel. There was no way we could find any decent spot to see the parade properly anywhere along the route.

‘We should have planned it better.’ Hubbie and I agreed as we trudged towards Green Park tube station in the hot afternoon sun. Needless to say, Bella was fast asleep on my lap as soon as we were on our way home by tube…

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Focus!

But focus on what? I am so distracted.

Since the election, I am still finding it hard to actively engaging my thought on anything at length. It feels like I am in a weird bubble or having a cloud over my head, numbing my senses. 

Bobby, give me a shot of anesthetic on my head, I joked to my dentist. I thought that I left BBC at home but he had a ceiling mounted TV and it was showing BBC 24!

All the chatter and clatter from the Westminster, ugh!  They are just gibberish, aren’t they? How I wish if I could go into hibernation and wake up when everything was sorted for good. Because I have no predilection for watching yet more political cat fights by the usual suspects in the Commons. Have had enough of them already, haven’t we?

Anyway, I was given an all-clear from the dentist and hit the pavement around 10 o’clock, feeling very hungry because I skipped breakfast.

Hmm…, I need something comforting and reassuring…

At Benugo on Great Portland Street, I had a toasted sannie named Londoner. Between the two slices of granary bread I found egg, sausage and bacon. Very very moreish. 

After finishing my breakfast, I felt a little happier. This is it, I thought. It is because the time like this, I mustn’t let negativity which are prevalent recently to mar my life. Instead, I should focus on what are in front of me and appreciate them as they are.

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