Hot hot heat
Jul. 18th, 2006 07:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckYesterday I braved the heat and went into town. As most of the journey there can be done underground, it wasn't too bad.
I took a little walk, checked out the banana on the art museum, snapped some street art which I might post separately and then wandered into a couple of shops. I bought another green skirt, because one is not enough, but failed miserably at finding a top suited to my body. Currently the emphasis seems to be on cleavage and as I'm somewhat lacking in that department there was nothing I was able to fill out. The shoulders were a problem, too.
The international library, which I used as an excuse for my excursion, didn't provide me with reading material as it is closed for the summer holidays. Something I'd already suspected, but I didn't want to phone first, because then I would have stayed at home.
Instead I went to a proper bookshop where I met a rather talkative male customer who wanted me to recommend a crime novel to him (I tried it with Ian Rankin but they didn't have any of the Rebus series) and who in turn wanted me to read Dan Brown. It was then that I realized that he was slightly drunk. I declined as politely as I could. (I'm not spending money on this book. I'd read a library copy or a 50p secondhand version if nothing else was available.) The Dan Brown fan then wandered off with an Irving paperback. Odd choice for someone who thought that The Da Vinci Code was a great book.
I bought the second Thursday Next novel by Jasper Fforde, because they didn't have the first one and proceeded to get an ice-cream, some of which dropped onto my other green skirt, and then I decided I needed to get to the other big bookstore to buy the Jane Eyre Affair because a quick browse in Lost in a Good Book told me I should read the first book first.
That's what I did and then I walked home.
I took a little walk, checked out the banana on the art museum, snapped some street art which I might post separately and then wandered into a couple of shops. I bought another green skirt, because one is not enough, but failed miserably at finding a top suited to my body. Currently the emphasis seems to be on cleavage and as I'm somewhat lacking in that department there was nothing I was able to fill out. The shoulders were a problem, too.
The international library, which I used as an excuse for my excursion, didn't provide me with reading material as it is closed for the summer holidays. Something I'd already suspected, but I didn't want to phone first, because then I would have stayed at home.
Instead I went to a proper bookshop where I met a rather talkative male customer who wanted me to recommend a crime novel to him (I tried it with Ian Rankin but they didn't have any of the Rebus series) and who in turn wanted me to read Dan Brown. It was then that I realized that he was slightly drunk. I declined as politely as I could. (I'm not spending money on this book. I'd read a library copy or a 50p secondhand version if nothing else was available.) The Dan Brown fan then wandered off with an Irving paperback. Odd choice for someone who thought that The Da Vinci Code was a great book.
I bought the second Thursday Next novel by Jasper Fforde, because they didn't have the first one and proceeded to get an ice-cream, some of which dropped onto my other green skirt, and then I decided I needed to get to the other big bookstore to buy the Jane Eyre Affair because a quick browse in Lost in a Good Book told me I should read the first book first.
That's what I did and then I walked home.
