Positive thoughts

Like many people, the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is reaching out to my iPhone on a bedside table and checking my mailbox.

This morning, there was an email from WordPress informing me that they renewed my annual subscription. Oh yeah, my blog!

Isn’t this COVID-19 lockdown a perfect “kick in my bud” to restart my blog with gusto?

Same as my fellow Londoners, I am told to stay at home for unforeseeable future and feeling rather unsettled by this fast moving event. To be honest, I don’t know what to feel.

I am hugely relieved that Boris has decided not to throw us under a bus. The people – apart from builders who are working in the new building across the street. They are huddling, smoking and chatting like they have no care in the world – are listening to the government’s advice and behaving accordingly. And globally, every country seems to be doing the hardest to tackle the pandemic.

I feel safe at home and take a sigh of relief every time I check my body temperature and find it normal. Yet, the anxiety creeps up every now and then which makes my heart skip the beat! Ugh…

So what should I do during a time like this?

Shouldn’t I be digging up happy memories from my “mum and daughter’s road trip”? Remembering how we enjoyed our freedom in France? The idea sounds so appealing, doesn’t it?

So from tomorrow, I shall restart our holiday chronicle! Yay!

One thing breaking my heart the most is…

I won’t be able to play my passion, ice hockey, until the lockdown is lifted. I will miss the ice, the game and my teammates dreadfully. If this is not a nightmare, what is?…😭😭😭

Too hot and too lazy

I am so fed up with the recent hot weather! How long does it last? I am so over you, you Mr.Scorching Sun! Even though the heatwave in London is mere 30°C – nothing like the ones which are frying our European neighbours such as Greece and Spain. However, UK is not equipped to deal with this kind of extreme hot climate and the heatwave has started to affect the quality of my life.

While those idiots, namely Donald Trump and his avid followers, insisting the Global Warming is just a fabrication, the recent weather system is really indicating us that we are heading towards the certain doom. Oh, my blood is boiling not only because of the heatwave but also because of all those irresponsible bigots!

I feel very guilty about interrupting my travel blog but I will have to hold it until the temperature drops more than a few notches… Sorry!

Poor Bella is also taking it very easy…

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Carnival of Resistance!

Yes, that man was here and we made lots of noise to make him and his hosts very very uncomfortable! On our D-Day, which was Friday the 13th (very appropriate), we headed to a rallying point, Portland Place by tube. As we alighted at Oxford Circus, we could see most of the passengers were heading to the same direction…

Outside the tube station, Oxford Circus was already free from cars and buses and the protesters and onlookers were milling around.

Let’s go to the rallying point, we started to walk towards the BBC building.

As we got closer to the top of Regent Street, it became difficult to walk freely because of the sheer numbers of the protesters.

We turned back to see what was going on behind us and found the waves of people following us.

As a result, traffic-jam and standing around in the sun was inevitable.

However, we were entertained by very creative placards and apparels…

How we wished if we brought some witty placards! When I was given a tiny accidental knock by a placard holder, who was standing next to me and she apologised, I confessed to her how I should have made an effort and made a placard like hers. She smiled and said, ‘But you are here. That’s more important!’

At the junction of Regent Street and Cavendish Place, the police was shepherding the crowds towards Cavendish Place, explaining we had to be directed to Chandos Street in order to join the back of the march at Portland Place.

A row of police motorcycles…

A foreign correspondent reporting the march…

All of us waited patiently on Chandos Street while the sun was beating down…

Then, we turned into Portland Place but the pace of the march was agonisingly slow.

It was hot and uncomfortable but no one complained.

After standing around an hour, the crowds were allowed to march eventually.

Fleetwood Mac’s Go Your Own Way was blaring out from a loudspeaker and we sang along with it.


Office workers were cheering and waving from the balconies…

Yes, I am ok with USA as long as it is not Trump and Trumpsters’ USA…

Make some noise!


In the middle of the street, a guy was handing out pieces of plastic tape which sported the words “FUCK OFF”. We had never worn the four-letter word so blatantly in public until then but we considered the occasion was very appropriate.

Press helicopters were circling above us as we walked down Regent Street…

A gigantic banner with orange letters was carried by the volunteers. We wanted to see the banner in its entirety but the march was moving so we gave up.

We encountered a Trump baby in a cage around Oxford Circus. I imagined they must have had a load of giggles while they were making this placard. Well done.

And another entertainment we saw around Liberty was three people dressing up as David Cameron, Theresa May and Margaret Thatcher.


Oh dear, you wear terribly messed up knickers, Mrs.Strong & Stable…

And we carried on marching down the street towards Piccadilly Circus…


A group of trumpeters were making noise against Trump!


We arrived at Haymarket…

The walk was rather arduous. Until then, we never thought walking slowly would be this tiring. However, we were very much encouraged and energised by well thought out placards by our fellow protesters.

The march ended at Trafalgar Square and it took us a little over two hours.

We thought the march would continue to Parliament Square and lots of people thought so too. However, a direction towards Whitehall was blocked by the police so we ended up milling around the Nelson’s Column aimlessly for a while…

There was another protest march earlier and it was organised by Drag Protest Parade for the Trump UK Visit. And a group of the drag queens were having a well-deserved rest in the shade.

And so were some of us…

My weary feet.

An assembly had started in Trafalgar Square and we tried to move to the east side of the square. However, there were so many people in our way…

Eventually, we managed to find some standing space…

I passed my iPhone to a man standing in front of me to take a picture of the square below.

Impressive turnout, don’t you agree?

Then, the man left and I could move closer to the edge of the terrace in front of the National Gallery.

Look, the most hated man in the middle of the protesters!

How we wished if Trump resigned like that twit, Boris Johnson!

Due to my stomachache, I wasn’t feeling the best but I was really happy to be amongst the likeminded people.

Around 6pm, we decided to leave the square and headed home. The crowd was still at the assembly but we were too tired to hang around.

Did you hear how that idiot Liam Fox commented about us? We should be embarrassed about our protest? He and his colleagues should be embarrassed about kissing Trump’s saggy fat ass!

We shall never surrender!, I was more determined than ever as I dragged my knackered feet one after another.

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Poisoned by ESH?

I am gutted this morning. Do you know why? Because I am not well enough to attend the anti Trump march in Central London this afternoon.

Did Emperor Small Hand, aka Donald Trump, tampered my Victoria sponge at Albion on Boundary Street? Or all those BBQ chicken wings and nachos I grazed during the England’s 123 minutes nail-biter did the damage already to my normally clean-eating digestive system and the cake was the last nail on the coffin? Oh, I still feel my stomach being not very happy as I recall what I had during the past 36 hours.

Come to think of it, the cream tasted a bit off…

I was dying for cake and latte then so I cleaned the plate pretty quickly.

I haven’t been giving up about joining the march yet. If my condition improves during the next few hours, I will make my way to Piccadilly Circus.

It’s gonna be a spectacle!

I am raising my fist to the giant Trump with a nappy in the sky!!

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They’ve done it!!

Ahhhh, well done, England!! Hubbie and I were truly euphoric when the final whistle was blown and England was through to the semi-final.

We watched the game at our local pub, the Eagle.

A brief period of calmness before our tension and excitement rose in a crescendo…


Then, came the second goal…


The place simply erupted!

We were going to leave Bella at home but she insisted to accompany us by sitting between the front door and us.

Well, you didn’t know what you were letting yourself into, did you?

She was a bit scared by all the shouting and clapping.

Ahhhh, they did it! They are through to the semi-final!!


It was utterly exhausting to watch the game but it was all worth it in the end.

I can hardly wait for the Wednesday’s game!!!

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