So, got back from London a few hours ago, had a great time. Went to Harrod’s, saw this tacky-ass statue of Diana ‘n’ Dodi and marvelled at how Mr. Al-Fayed managed to use his own face in most of the decorating. But we got some food there, and ate it in Speaker’s Corner, then headed for Selfridge’s, which was more fun than Harrod’s and had a small selection of American food. I now have enough canned pumpkin to get me through the holidays. And eggnog too! Yay!
Unfortunately, we’d dressed for cool weather and it was fairly warm. We were sweating, especially since the Tube was extremely crowded and it was sweltering down there. I took off my sweater and realized I was, well, a bit smelly from all the sweating. Eep!
So we had some time before the show we were going to started–The Woman in Black, which was pretty good–and hubs wanted to go to the Murder One bookstore on Charing Cross Road, so we did.
They have a romance room there. And in that romance room was an entire bookcase of Ellora’s Cave books–the only ones I’ve found stocked in the UK. YAY!!
A woman was shopping. A lovely and friendly woman. We laughed about the books. We chatted. I gave her my name. And–I still can’t believe this–I was so excited to have found the books, and to have met a nice person who actually thought it was neat that I wrote them, and so worried about being smelly or seeming pushy–I forgot to ask for her name. I gave her mine, and wrote it down for her, but I totally did not even ask for hers. How rude! I felt–and still feel AWFUL. I tried to go after her but she was already gone. It bothered me all through the play.
So, nice bookstore lady, if you’ve Googled me and found me, please email me or leave a comment! I’m so sorry!
I have an enormous blister on my pinkie toe from all the walking, but we had a great day, except for my awful stupid loserness.
I probably won’t post tomorrow, as I am seriously behind on my WIP and need to jam. So this is my Monday post. It’s just a little early.