Highly Efficient Holiday Preparations

Holiday Time! How exciting! I am about to embark on a week in the Peak District and I am SO excited. Far far away from the general public. “You need two things” I told myself. Wellies and a nice little backpack. So I left the crowded house I live in and went into town one early morning only to walk through streets of closed shops. It was Sunday and shops open shockingly late. So disorganised me and a lot of perplexed tourists clutched coffees in paper cups and went window shopping. Then I came upon an utterly frightening sight! Hordes of general public members stacked up in front of Primark. As if that wasn’t enough I then realised that Primark had already opened its doors to avoid traffic chaos I presume and the crowd was slowly moving like a large insect. Primark you will be surprised to learn is the only shop I did not expand my quest for a backpack or a pair of wellies to.

I spent hours combing through the shops on Oxford Street. Hours! No wellies, no backpack. That is wrong I found one backpack which was pink and flowery and actually quite horrendous. As well as expensive. I got annoyed. Yes, again. I do get annoyed with London often. Then I realised it wasn’t London’s fault really, why not just wait until arriving in the Peak District, surely there are wellies to be bought there.

Then David called and asked me to get “one of those wire things to connect an mp3 player to the car radio.” With a new sense of purpose I marched into next hmv and bought one. Despite the underachievement in the shopping list department and a shocking overachievement in the buying-random-other-things division I was in the best of moods enjoying my outing into sunny London and the begin of my holiday. But as usual a slight panic grabbed hold of me while manoeuvring through Piccadilly Circus probably aided by the absence of breakfast.

So, as it happens, I found myself a few minutes later in the Haymarket Cineworld with a large coffee and a bag of Revels watching Bronson. Why Bronson? Well it was the only film showing at that time...and ... and that is my only excuse. I was rewarded with utter underwhelmedment (yes I know that that isn’t really a word!)Well to be fair I liked Tom Hardy a lot, he’s just fantastic! There just should have been a less self-congratulatory film around him. Or maybe just a better balanced one, there are some truly great scenes in this and many more that were unbearably not so good at all and worse.

After the film I carried all my shopping (!) to the bus stop only to find a text from David telling me he found that wire thingy for the car and that I could return the one I bought. I will forgive him, he also found my wellies.