Today (Sunday) has been rather a messy day. Yesterday was fine. We went out to breakfast at the Spitalfields branch of Sausage and Mash on our way to Docklands. S&M do a nice vegetarian breakfast for £5.50, just right to set you up for a bit of docklands exploration.
Unfortunately, our bus got bogged down in traffic and it became obvious that we were going to be late to meet our friends. So Tigger phoned to warn them and we dismounted and went in search of a DLR station. Tigger’s extraordinary navigation instinct soon had us on the platform waiting for the next train.
Our destination was the Docklands Museum which we were supposed to be visiting with our friends. The museum covers the history of London’s docklands from ancient times and shows how it has evolved and changed to meet the fluctuations of history. Unfortunately, you have to pay to go in but your ticket does cover return visits in case, like me, you feel “museumed-out” after a couple of hours.
Emerging from the museum, we agreed we could do with something to eat. Right beside the museum is a big tapas bar. How lucky was that?! Actually, there were quite few eateries along that row if you don’t like Spanish. A short walk took us to Limehouse Station on the DLR and thence back home.
So Saturday was a neat and tidy day but today was messy, the sort of day that leaves you trying to be cheerful but with the corners of your mouth drooping.
Tomorrow, the painters are supposed to be coming to start decorating our bedroom. This is good but it means that we had to make an attempt to clear the room. We were not looking forward to this. No, not at all. In the circumstances, what do you do? Yes! You go out for breakfast! (I see you’re getting the hang of this.)
After breakfast at Pane Vino, we went to Sainsbury’s for a little light shopping and then returned home. The next job was to put off getting stuck into clearing the bedroom. We managed this for a while but then gave in.
The main thing was to move the bed into the front room and get rid of the wardrobe. How do you get rid of a wardrobe? You push, pull, kick, swear and drag until it is outside in front of the house. So if you want a free wardrobe, now’s your chance. Maybe the Garden Fairies will beat you to it.
Even with most of our stuff in store, we have so little room that it wasn’t possible to clear the bedroom entirely. We did out best and piled what remained in the centre of the room. I just hope the painters can manage with this. If not, they’ll have to sort it out.
The front room is jammed and you have to keep moving things. You move the settee so as to get to the sink and then you move the shopping trolley to get to the fridge and then… I expect you’re getting the idea. We can look forward to several days of this, maybe a week. The only blessing is that I can fall out of bed straight into the chair in front of the computer.
Thank goodness for small mercies.