grocery shopping - level-up

so today i went to harley street for dental after work, except i was so late that i actually met the dentist walking down the street (away from his practice and off for the day). no dental appt for me then, but i had already paid £1.30 for the tube into town (which was delayed as usual on the way causing me to be late), what do i do?

go shopping on oxford street of course. and not just any kind of shopping - grocery shopping, my favourite kind! 

went to the john lewis food hall (which is actually waitrose, but more atas) and found it to be like Jason's supermarket in Raffles City. i remember not being able to afford anything there, or refusing not to buy anything because it cost a lot more than in a normal supermarket.... i always wondered, 'who are these crazy people - going into town dressed perfectly well and buying overpriced (albeit fresh) veg and raw meat...' 

amazing lay-out and looked very boutique, but actually i just bought my usual groceries at the usual prices (+ a 10% discount, yay! they sent me a discount card for 1 month!) and had to carry my pork ribs + mushrooms + pak choy down the most awfully crowded tourist street in london and through the tube. how silly.

but at least i can now say that i've leveled up that once! :p

God hath not promised

First heard this more than 10 years back, shared by a dear friend when i was going through one of my rough patches as a 13 or 14 year-old. don't even remember what it was now, but it's funny how our problems always seem so big as grow up...

Beautiful poem / hymn which i was reminded of over the last couple of weeks.

(1) God hath not promised skies always blue,

Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;

God hath not promised sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day,

Rest for the labor, light for the way,

Grace for the trials, help from above,

Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

(2) God hath not promised we shall not know

Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;

He hath not told us we shall not bear

Many a burden, many a care.

(3) God hath not promised smooth road and wide,

Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;

Never a mountain rocky and steep,

Never a river turbid and deep.

TLC

after evening service today we dropped by the Baker's to see little baby Caleb. He is soooo tiny but so adorable and attentive! so happy that he is finally home, but this post is not about him. it's about what happened after. 

P drove us to the nearest train station. funny thing was that it wasn't really that near and he had no idea where the station really was. he knew where the train track was though, which was a good start. it was 2 mins to the train. just as we got to the track the barriers came down across the road, signalling that a train is coming through, we figured it was our train and jumped off the car and made a dash for what looked like a underpass to the station. it was, but we were on the wrong side of the platform and had to run across the underpass to the other side, which would have been fine, if i had not been wearing heels. i have become extremely unused to walking in heels, let alone run. it wasn't a high one, and it was about 5 years old. anyhow, just about 5 metres from the train, my left heel decided to give way, but i was running so fast (or so i'd like to think) that i couldn't stop the cycle of my legs. 

everything then started to happen in slow motion, as they normally do when something bad is about to happen. i feel myself leaning more and more forward. in my mind i try desperately to stop, but before i knew it i was hitting the ground, flat on my chest. i think i must have screamed, because everyone looks at me. the train driver pokes his head out of the window and said there was no need to run. i pick myself up quickly, said i was ok and got on the train. then i got a big hug from the husband, who was rather traumatised by it all. i was too, couldn't decide if it was the impact of the fall (which apparently was quite loud) or the sudden realisation of the embarrassment. but i got fussed over (scrapped limbs etc), which never happens! he even called a cab to get us home from liverpool street station.

forget the $10 (or maybe it was $5) mondo heel. it was left on the platform of highams park station, wherever on earth that is! finally a good enough reason to throw these shoes out. 

thank God for the husband.

just thought this was post-worthy.