Arriving at a shop just as it closes, watching a bus sail by two minutes before you get to the stop, making a trip to visit a garden only to discover it is closed. It is only Saturday afternoon* but already this weekend has been one where nothing has gone quite right.
I planned to leave work early yesterday and spend some time buying birthday presents in one of the bijou streets in Shoreditch. The presents I didn't manage to buy were intended for Traybake and London Sister who are practically twins their birthdays are so close together. I ended up not leaving the office until after 5 and as I was hurrying towards the shops I passed a pub where some of my younger colleagues were having Friday night drinks. I was spotted and they insisted I join them for one drink. I only stayed in the pub for about 20 minutes but it meant I arrived at the shop one minute after it closed so had no birthday present to give toTB.
Last night TB and I were invited to dinner at a friend's house close to Dulwich aka Dullrich. I was so tired and, if I'm honest a little grumpy, so I wasn't the most sparkling guest. It is also a bit of a pain to get home from there. There was some discussion about whether we should get a minicab or a bus. As a bus was due in ten minutes that seemed the better option. We had almost got to the bus stop when the bloody bus appeared. It was too far away to run. Now that I am the owner of an iPhone I was able to check when the next bus was due - not for over 30 minutes. We ended up walking through the leafy streets of Dulwich, where the name Dulwich is attached to everything but residents never use it, so we walked through "the Village", past "the College", the "Picture Gallery", "the Park" until eventually the bus caught up with us.
Today I organised an outing to Eltham Palace for the inmates of Titter of Wit Street to celebrate TB's birthday. Shockingly TB has never visited there before. We arrived to find it was closed. I had misread the opening times. I was very fed up with myself.
We went to Blackheath instead and had a very good lunch in the deli, Hand Made food. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, with lots of crisp leaves underfoot and the trees looking splendid.
*I didn't actually finish writing this post so it is now very late at night. I've just been to see Gone Girl which was a load of hooey and totally implausible. I thought the same thing about the book but it was diverting enough I suppose. I wouldn't recommend it though. I should have been in my scratcher an hour ago.