A seemingly perfectly easy task.
You cannot walk more than about 50 metres in the city, where no one actually lives, without coming across a Robert Dyas. Now, I find this somewhat bizarre because what investment banker sits in his office, generally despairing of the world and feeling a tad blue as he watches the stock market dart around all over the place (though mainly, it has to be said, downwards) and thinks: 'You know what would really make me feel better? A brand new spatula' ???
However, get down to the parts of London where people actually live such as, say, Southwark and there is no such shop in sight.
I walked for ages and ages and ages in the pouring rain to find a rolling pin and eventually came home sopping wet, ever so slightly irate but, ultimately, successful.
And, it was really good pie....
6 comments:
I think that such adventures are worth getting drowned for! I like your new blog!
Thanks!
What I forgot to mention was that I also had a nun encounter on the way back!
Nice new blog, that's exciting.
A rolling pin. Hmm, in the rare event that I need one, I use a tall bottle.
Pie sounds good. Even some rain would sound good.
i completely understand ellen. me and my friend love your blog. you are really insightful about london life. also really interested to see you know out of the blue... how did you meet them? tell us when you have another pie, also what happened with the nun- dont keep us in suspense. Thank you!
OK, which one of my illustrious friends are you, anonymous???
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Thats lovely
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