It just takes one

It just takes one bad moment to spoil a day....
Missing the train
Getting caught in the rain
Spilling a drink on new clothes
Being tailgated
Somebody being rude.

Sometimes, just one thing can spoil something you used to enjoy.

At Waitrose yesterday, we were overcharged on a couple of food products, which had been misleadingly priced. We tried to return them tonight, but the checkout girl said that we couldn't return them as they were from the chiller cabinet and it's against the law. I can understand that, but she was giving us very dirty looks. She called the manager who let us exchange them (& requested the items we returned to be binned) but she was also quite rude. They made us feel like dirt. I used to love shopping in Waitrose, but not any more. It is frustrating too, as we recently signed a petition to save their jobs, as this Waitrose is going to close down in December to be replaced by another supermarket.

I used to enjoy my job (!). However, my boss, who I used to get along with, ruined it for me by accusing me of saying something that I didn't say. There is not much worse than being unjustly accused of something you didn't do. I'd often like to write a lot more about my job as it's a big part of my life, especially today as it would be therapeutic, but unfortunately as I've mentioned before, I don't feel I can. Hopefully this will be forgotten soon, and I'll start to enjoy it again, but I'm not convinced.

To help recover from my bad week at work last week, I forced myself into having a good weekend. On Saturday I saw Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince which I enjoyed (despite other people finding it a let-down). We then went out for some lovely Spanish tapas at La Tasca, which VH has already blogged about. Then, the icing on the cake was booking our trip to Vancouver yesterday. I'm looking forward to seeing the whales already.

The rabbit wears Prada

Following a request, please see my new glasses modelled beautifully by "Yellowy". I think that they look much cuter on him than on me! Yellowy is a gift from a friend at university, and became quite a celebrity during my university years.

Close-up of my new specs below:

As they have thicker plastic around the edges than I'm used to, I'm having to get used to losing my peripheral vision. A small sacrifice for wearing Prada. Actually I'm not designer label driven, but I liked these glasses and there wasn't much difference in price between these and non-label ones.

A quiet Sunday night

As I'm sitting here, Veggie Hubby is busy studying for the 'Life in the UK' test, a test which will hopefully enable him to become a British citizen, and stay here with me. I think it's a pretty pointless test, because even being British myself I am unable to answer all of the questions correctly. At the moment, he's learning about the House of Lords (exciting stuff!!).

We had a quiet weekend. I accompanied VH yesterday to a fete with the French children he teaches at weekends. He had them singing lots of French songs, and it was lovely to see. I baked a marble cake for the occasion, but again the marble effect didn't work very well. Today we've been singing (in French) together, a sweet song which we'll perhaps sing together at a certain wedding this summer. It's nearly time for our summer holiday :-) Although we still need to book part of it (trip to Vancouver).

I also got a new pair of glasses yesterday. After five years, my old ones were a bit broken, so I'm really happy to have a new pair. I find contact lenses too much hassle, so prefer to wear glasses, and it's great to have a pair that I now like.