My week has been uneventual as usual. I'm looking forward to this coming week. I know it has loads of good things in store for me.
As usual, I was perambulating Oxford Street which seems to becoming a favourite past time of mine. A good friend of mine called me and asked me to please do a favour for her. Her colleague was coming into town for a conference and didnt know his way around town since it was his first trip so could I please show him around the shops? I had met him before and he seemed an OK person and so was quite happy to oblige being the perambulator that I am. He was staying around my area and the plan was that we would meet at the nearest station and start our journey to the city from there. I spoke to him as I was leaving my home and he said he was with his colleague who was coming along also and they would meet me at the designated place as they were equally setting out then. One hour later, they still hadnt arrived. I told myself maybe they were still on the bus or something and decided to give them a call. No answer. Thirty more minutes, they still hadnt arrived. I was contemplating going back home. This kind of African Time was not being funny at all. I had other things I could have utilised with my time. I was contemplating going back home seriously now. Na me voolunteer to do ojoro work abi? I decided to call one more time before heading back home and this time he answered his mobile. He was full of apologies. Apparently, since the day was a sunday, they had been perambulating round their area looking for shops to buy travelcards and finding a shop that was open and sold travel cards also was a problem and they had only just found one and were heading down to meet me.
When they arrived, I laid out the options to them. Liverpool Street or Oxford Street. Knowing that if we went to Liverpool Street, we would end up spending the day there, and not be able to hit the West End, I decided to take them to Oxford Street and fash Liverpool Street Market. Since they were working in the corporate world, I suggested going to get work shirts first and suggested going to get some shirts from TM Lewin or Hawes and Curtis. We took the train to Picadilly Circus and headed down Jermyn Street. When we got there, they changed their minds and said they didnt really like the shirts there and one person said he wanted only white shirts since they had enough of white and blue shirts in their wardrobe at home. I was flaberwhelmed. Maybe they didnt like those kind of shirts or hadnt heard of them before and were looking for a nice and polite way of telling me I was taking them to the wrong shops so far?!?!?!?!
We got talking and I mentioned that Liverpool Street Market and it now rang a bell with one of them and he said his friends had told him about it that we should head down there. I looked at the time, it was almost 3.30pm and going to Liverpool Street would mean heading first to Bond street on a 10 minute bus ride traffic allowing to take the tube, the 15-20 minute train ride and then we'd probably get there about 4pm - 4.30pm if we were lucky and I was pretty certain the traders would be packing up and getting ready to leave if they hadnt done so by then and that would be the whole of the day wasted. It just didnt look feasible at all. I decided I didnt want to be around when they were doing their shopping as it would seem as if I was inducing them to get items they probably didnt want to get or would seem too expensive or was showing them round expensive shops only.
I then suggested showing them around the shops at the Marble Arch end of Oxford Street and we would just browse through and they could come back on their own during the week, knowing where to get items they wanted and doing their shopping on their own. They both jumped and fell for that. So we went into Next, Primark, Dorothy Perkins, New Look, and Mothercare. (I must go back to mothercare very soon as they were having this marvelous sales going on - up to 50% off adult clothing.) I got a couple of items from there but I must head back there soon.
I told them of course that if they wanted any pointers to anywhere or how to get any particular item during the week, all they had to do was give me a call and I'd be happy to point them in the right direction over the phone. Thank God we decided to browse instead cos one of their colleagues called not too long after and they were off to South to visit him. Was I being too hard on them? I think this is the last time I'll volunteer to show anyone the shops ever again. I'll simply write a list of shops to visit and a description of how to get there and point you off on your way. No more being Miss Nice.
I am going to weigh myself tomorrow. If there's any progress, you'll see my ticker move some more - I hope. I'm praying in my heart it dosent move in the opposite direction and I've gained instead of losing. I jumped on my friends scale some days ago when I spotted it in one corner of her house and it said I now weighed 87kg. I refuse to belive that! Tomorrow will tell.