Today for the first time in what seems like several weeks I ventured further than half a mile from my house.
When I lived in the mean streets of north London my place to go to if I had nothing I wanted to do other than mooch around was Crouch End. Nowadays it's Crystal Palace which unlike Crouch End is not close enough to walk to but it fulfils the same needs having a mixture of high street shops, good cafes and quirky stuff.
There is an excellent antique warehouse where you can pick up furniture for a song compared to other places in London. Unfortuantely not all of it is cheap. Ms M, who accompanied me, fell in love with a 1960s Danish armchair on sale for a mere £1,100 and I was quite taken with a sofa bed which was a similar price. Needless to say we didn't buy anything.
When we left it was bucketing down.
I had business in the chemist which I am not talking about and Ms M bought an umbrella when I was in there. Coffee and cake had its usual restorative effect and then we went to the picture framer where Ms M was picking up three prints which I then carried for her until we got to the garden centre.
I haven't bought any plants at all this year. I am surprisingly quite Calvinistic in the garden and believe I am not entitled to buy anything until I have done the weeding. Perhaps this is something to do with growing in NI's bible belt. I bought a fuchsia, scabious and a lavender plant as well as compost and some pots.
We got a taxi back and the taxi driver was really helpful carrying Ms M's frames into her house and helping me with the compost.
It was good to do somehting other then stew in bed feeling more and more sorry for myself.