St.Jude’s Fury

I was lying awake in my bed early this morning, listening to the  commotions outside.
St.Jude the Storm was creaming London. It was beating up trees, kicking around traffic cones, wiping bits & pieces off from roof gardens, starting up car alarms…etc. In short, I was having a huge tantrum. And I was holding my breath, feeling the awesome power of the storm…

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Mr.B was very unsettled by the noise too.
His super-sensitive ears pricked up and he was fearing for an imminent danger. Don’t worry, we are safe in here.
But I will hold the lead extra firmly when I walk you this morning. So you won’t be swept away by the gust…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Church’s @ Old Bond Street

Unaware of the tragedy awaited later on, I sauntered through Burlington Arcade towards Old Bond Street.
It was almost 6pm and the street lined with opulent show windows was shimmering in the warmth.
I assure you that I wasn’t there to buy any jewellery (I wish) but to take my beloved brogues to Church’s on Old Bond Street.

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This small but chic branch is totally dedicated to ladies shoes and accessories.
The boutique is manned by friendly staff who is happy to dispense useful tips on how to keep Church’s footwear in a top condition.
I brought my black Burwood which I smeared with too much shoe polish.
The staff inspected the pair and suggested to leave it with them so they could give a thorough makeover – stripping the piled on polish and reapplying shoe polish in a correct way.

In their show window, there were new models for A/W 2013…

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Wow! They look like Dr.Martens, don’t they?
Mmmm… I may try them on when I collect my Burwood next week.

At home, I found a couple of video on YouTube how leather shoes should be looked after…

 

By the way, about the train crash in Spain, isn’t that terrible?
If the claim in newspapers is true that the train was derailed because the driver was going over the speed limit deliberately, he is no different to a murderer. He was in charge of so many innocent people’s live. Yet, his lack of judgement and apparent no sense of responsibility resulted in this catastrophic consequence. How ridiculous!

It’s only my personal experience but I had a “heart in a mouth” moment twice during my holidays in Spain.
The first one was in Barcelona. I hired two cabs with a group of friends.
Once we hit the road, the drivers decided to race with each other. While we were screaming with fear and begging them to stop, those two idiots slammed their feet on accelerators and carried on having a fun.
Eventually our ordeal ended at our destination. Then, they demanded an extra tip because they ferried us quicker than usual. We didn’t know enough Spanish to settle the difference of opinion, so had to hand over more cash gingerly.
The second one happened when my long-distance train was terminated unexpectedly and all passengers, including me, had to be transferred to the next station by bus. It was already passed midnight. We were herded up and told to get on board the buses which were waiting in a row. Once the buses were filled up with hapless passengers, the convoy started. But oh my, it was one hell of a ride. The driver drove like a man possessed through rocky rugged mountain road. The route he took seemed to be full of hairpin curves and rapid ascends & descends. The road was unlit and the only light source  was the headlamps of the bus. I might have felt a little better if the journey were done through daylight. At least, I could see where we were heading and know when to brace myself for jolts!
The light swung left to right like a frantic searchlight and heightened the sense of speed. All the sudden, a quarry like rocky side wall came in a full view. The harsh lighting made the texture appeared even more rugged which amplified my fear.
A newspaper headline flashed in my head, “A tragedy – Bus full of tourists found in pieces under the cliff”…
In both occasions, no physical harm was done to me.  However, all professional drivers should offer not only a safe but also comfortable ride to their passengers. No passenger should fear for life at any moment in the backseat. Therefore, those Spanish drivers I encountered were no better than any joyrider, in my opinion.
Of course, every country has joyriders. But they are car thieves and reckless teenagers, not professionally qualified drivers. “Joyriding” while they are behind the wheel of public transport is insane and definitely  never heard of in where I came from & where I live now…

Prince of Cambridge

Welcome to the world!
Kate gave a birth to a healthy boy yesterday.
Hubbie and I had been speculating the gender of the baby. He reckoned it would be a girl while I thought it would be a boy. So I won the bet!!
I can’t wait for the moment when William & Kate emerge from the hospital with their baby.
Also, what name will he be given. I am guessing it may be “George”?
Oh please don’t keep us biting our nail too long!

The thunderstorm scared hell out of Mr.B last night.
He was trembling like a leaf every time thunderclap struck. I tried in vain to comfort him with cuddling & stroking. Despite of all my effort, Mr.B was transfixed with the commotion outside and kept me awake till the early hours. *YAWN*
I imagine Kate & William must have been up all night, busy feeding their newborn son.

Mr.B, crushing out on the rug, exhausted with the heat wave & a lack of sleep…

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