South x South West

Yesterday - bank holiday Monday - we went on a lovely bike ride. Usually we would cycle aimlessly not really knowing where to go, this time I decided we would have a mission to accomplish and thus a destination. That mission was to buy some pretty socks from Peter Jones in Sloane Square*.

So off we cycled to Chelsea. It was a beautiful day and a very pleasant ride. En route I discovered a vintage shop and purchased a 1980s wool turquoise cardigan for the princely sum of £1 - yes ONE pound! Of course the cardigan came with the regulation 80s shoulder pads which I later removed as I don't think I need to enhance my shoulders. Maybe when I'm much older.

After Sloane Square we ventured further south until we reached Putney, a place I'm fond of as I grew up there. At this point things started to go downhill. We went to a pub by the river. At the bar we wait... and wait.. and wait a bit longer...We should be next.. The bar man finishes serving his customer then totally ignores us and turns his attention elsewhere. So bloody annoying! We leave in a huff.

We end up at another poncey pub. We're sitting outside with our stupidly expensive pints, when Craigski finds freshly chewed chewing gum stuck to the bottom of his precious rucksack. He was not a happy bunny, understandably. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help but laugh. This annoyed him even more, understandably. We sit in silence. He decides to buy cigs and as he picks up his rucksack it knocks his half empty drink to the ground and it smashes! Oops.

WHY!!? Because we're in South London, is his conclusion. And so he declares that he will never ever step foot in South London again. Ever...

Fast forward to later that day and we're in the Hard Rock Cafe. I'm eating a scrumptious cheeseburger and watching Extreme 'More Than Words' video on the screen... Ah bliss! We lived happily ever after :)

*Mission was not accomplished, they didn't have the socks I was after.