Where is our summer?

Today is 1st June and it’s blooming COLD! I found it so chilly this morning and ended up turning on heating. 

Now I am at Benugo, off Regent Street, and surrounded by people in not summer attire but in winter coats and scarves. I really don’t think it’s not that cold though, a woman, who is standing next to me right now, even dons a sheep skin gilet on top of her motorcycle jacket and wrapping her neck with a black pashmina for an extra measure! She looks chic but the fashion statement she is making is so wrong for this time of the year. Where is our summer?

When I hit the pavement, the heaven opened and drenched the street…

I don’t know what the heck is going on weather-wise, this year…

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Rain On Whitecross Street…

After feasting our eyes on Jean Paul Gaultier’s opulent creations, we realised how peckish we were and headed to the Foodhall again for a latte & cake break.
I normally avoided consuming caffeine after 3pm due to my occasional insomnia. However, walking around the exhibition sapped a significant amount of energy out of me and therefore I broke my cardinal rule and ordered a slice of coffee & walnut sponge as well as non-decaf skinny latte…

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The sky didn’t appear too threatening then. Just mottled clouds spread blanketing above us like an unmade bed…

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The inside of the Barbican always reminded me the 70’s in a good way…

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Shortly after I took this pic on Whitecross Street, the heavens opened and we ended up having to take shelter under the trees by the roadside…

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Mr.B was shielded from the elements safely inside his new doggie rucksack. How lucky him! Hubbie & I stood under the shade, praying for the rain to stop so we could head home…

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Dazzling Yet Functional…

The rain kept on coming down all day yesterday.
I took Mr.B out on the street to spend a penny but he wasted no time sniffing around. Just finished his business as quickly as he could and bee-lined to the warmth of our flat. Well, are you really sure that you and those hardy sheepdogs share the same DNA?
It sounds so far-fetched when I see his behaviour…

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Hubbie was still in Hong Kong and I needed something to cheer me up.
Then, a DHL courier arrived at my door step with a small box from Net A Porter…

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As always, the sight of their distinctive black packaging made my heart to palpitate even though I knew exactly what was in inside!

Ta-dah!

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Karl Lagerfeld’s bejewelled fingerless gloves.

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For me, gloves must be fingerless  because of my excessive reliance on my iPhone. You don’t know how many normal gloves were lost in the past because I had to take them off in order to touch the screen…

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How does it look?
The gloves were size S/M but still slightly on the large side for me.

While I was knitting another Meringue jumper in blue velvet, Letizia texted me that my gilet in denim blue found a new owner…

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Mmmm…, my stock in DiGuardo is depleting. I must keep on knitting more…

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London Morning in Rain…

Yesterday, I took my car to the garage near Tower of London for an annual check-up.
It had been nearly a year since I bought the car as brand new and the car had clocked up less than 2000 miles. Yet one day recently, its tire pressure warning popped up on the dashboard and refused to turn itself off even after I checked the tire pressure. Since the arrival of winter was imminent, I thought it must be best to be examined by their mechanics.

The garage was located on The Highway, a stone’s throw from Tower of London…

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After depositing the car, I headed towards Tower of London, but oh my, what an unattractive stretch of the road it was! And so many traffic police on the wayside. Later, I was told that the police were there to pull in any over-laden HGVs passing by in order to fine them…
Once I reached Tower of London, instead of catching tube home at Tower Hill, I thought ‘Hmmm… How about grabbing breakfast at Borough Market?’ So I walked towards Tower Bridge.
Tower of London, looking imposing & forlorn…

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I had never been gifted with any sensitivity to supernatural presence but  still couldn’t help checking those medieval windows in search of Anne Boleyn and Kathryn Howard, poor wives of Henry VIII. And of course, I found none.

It had been raining heavily the night before. The weather forecast I checked before I left home predicted a dry spell during the day. However, the sky indicated otherwise…

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At this point, the heavens started spitting. And the wind increased its strength…

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On the bridge, I saw the Thames at low ride and its browny banks exposed under the blue grey sky. From Tower Pier, a river bus was gliding out, heading towards Greenwich. ‘Oh I must use River Bus instead of tube next time I visit Greenwich!’, I made a mental note.

Shall I visit Tower Bridge Exhibition?

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Another madding idea. Alas, the door wouldn’t open until 9:30 and the prospect of having to hang around for nearly half an hour on the windswept bridge wasn’t so appealing. Therefore, I opted against acting upon my whim this time.

By the time I reached the City Hall, the spit turned to proper rain so I put up my umbrella.
Around London Bridge station, the sight was rather depressing. The pavements were awash with the crowd churned out by the station, all sporting frown lines across their foreheads. Dodging pedestrians as well as uneven paving stones, I made my way to Borough Market.
Unfortunately, all popular cafés were swamped by the people taking sanctuary from the pouring rain. I didn’t see the point of standing in the rain with coffee & pastry, therefore, I turned my heel and headed back to the station. *ARGH!*

Good old OZONE on Leonard Street near Old Street station…

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Soothing murmurs in the place was a world apart from the miserable chaos around London Bridge…

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I ordered flat white with almond croissant…

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The croissant was enormous and rather dry. Peeling off layers of the pastry, I wondered if I fared better in Borough Market. Nah, it’s nicer to keep my feet dry in here.

Around 13:00 the garage sent me SMS, informing my car was ready for collection. So, I hopped on a No.15 bus after running a few errands in West End.
While the bus was crawling by St.Paul’s Cathedral, I saw temporary viewing stands being erected in preparation for the Remembrance Sunday…

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Don’t you think the clouds look like a gigantic flock of sheep walking across the sky?…

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Farewell to Summer 2013

It looks like the summer has finally departed from London.
Weather-wise, It was a great summer.
We had been treated with a plenty of warm sunshine and gorgeous evenings.
I can’t help feeling a pang of sadness because the next summer will be anther 10 months away which sounds like an awfully long time to wait. Oh, stop it! Stop being so morose.

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I am having a dull ache in my upper back and neck as well as a sign of migraine.
It must to be to do with a low pressure weather system over Southeast England. Psyching myself up to do daily chores on the day like this doesn’t come easily. I’d rather curl up with Mr.B & a mug of tea.
Still, I have a pile of laundry to go through, cups & saucer to be put away and a new jumper to be knitted.
Pull yourself together! I am my own drill sergeant.

BTW Mr.B has already taken a refuge in my… SHORTS!

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He has made himself very at home and looks mightily pleased with himself…

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‘What are you looking at?’
He stares me back challengingly.

Hmmm… I have seen the same expression recently…

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Harry Styles not so thrilled to be papped at the cashpoint…

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Well, you have to hand me back the shorts voluntarily very soon or you will be evicted by force…

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