||[Jul. 5th, 2006|09:18 pm]
Well, I did something crazy today. I bought a bikini. It was quite a mission too, as the place I intended to get something from, bravissimo, had nothing i liked in my size. They were very busy and scary too. I was quite disheartened after finding that they didn't have anything, and I didn't really know where else to look. My mum suggested going to Harrods to cheer me up, and the sale was on, so we bought some things, and i tried on many shoes, including some that were absolutely amazing, they must have been 7 or 8 inches, i felt like the 50ft woman, picking up cars, crushing buildings, but unfortunately I didn't have £319 ( that was the sale price) to make the height-glory permanent....anyway, I ended up getting a bikini! Not in the sale unfortunately, but i thought it was worth it to get something that actually fits. It is brown, with rivets in (i don't really know what else to call them, they are pretty much rivets) and some snazzy little shorts. Then we had lunch in the Harrods cafe and skipped around a bit. A productive day.|
Ooh, I just joined a mailing list, and on the title menu, they had Captain. So tempting. Cap'n Fran. I went to see my grandma the other day, she was over from france and staying at my auntie Mary's. My auntie Mary lives right next to the London Hospital in Whitechapel. If you have never been to Whitechapel before - don't ever go there. I have no idea why all of my family choose to live around there. The East London Line is like a catalogue of places in London to avoid - Rotherhithe, Wapping, Shadwell, Whitechapel. My Aunt has the intriguing habit of shrieking the first two words in a sentence in a highly excitable, high pitched manner, then dropping back to mellow irish to finish. Before my nan even got there, i was assessed, and passed as 'a fine gel'. Also, 'DO YOU KNOW who she reminds me of? Coleeeeeeeeeeeen', said with sage nodding. I tried to rack my brain as to which cousin/aunt/puppy coleen was. But then she clarified 'with the footballer'. I was most insulted. But it was nice, although there were small children that were some relation to me, and one of them, called Ben, introduced me to his teddy, Benben, then insisted I watch him play Tomb Raider, and grabbed my legs if I tried to leave. I also had an inquisition from my Nan, steely-eyed as she asked me if i considered myself Irish. Very scary.
Then, a couple of days ago, all of my family came over, well, many of them, some who i hadn't seen for years, which was lovely. I saw Jessica and Hayley, my two extremely glamorous cousins, and sat in the garden chatting to them. And I've seen two films with Claire, and been to the gym a lot. I need some sunglasses, more shoes and some beach goodies, so I see more shoppage on the horizon.
To all you English-y people, when is it hanged and when is it hung? Because in verdicts, they used to say that the criminal will be 'hanged by the neck until dead', and i think that it wouldn't sound weird if you said 'she hanged herself' or 'she hung herself', but you can't really say 'I hanged the washing on the line', only hung works there....are there rules? This is what I contemplate when struggling with the insomnia.
Hope to see some of you soon, enjoy the sun sun sun!! xxx