When I woke up this morning, hours beyond my alarm I figured I'd stay home and concentrate on those odd bits and bobs around the house before heading out to see Network at The National Theatre.
I'm trying to cut down on food waste at home (Not that we waste much anyway
) I grew up in a household where you ate everything on your plate all the time, regardless of weather you liked it or not. So with a few little bits of home made pastry left in the fridge and lots of lovely fresh root veggies I threw together a few pies for lunches next week and popped a cottage pie together too as a nice winter warmer supper for when we got back from the theatre.
Once I'd done all my bits and bobs around the house, we jumped on the train into the city. I've started a new book by Alyson Walsh called 'Style Forever'
Alyson was actually one of my lecturers at University and a bloody good one at that. Her writing is so rich, funny and frank and I admire her writing style very much. It's a great read regardless of being 22 and styling out great hair not being a priority, I'll be sure to dip in and out of this book as I get older, style truly is forever.
Adam and I headed down Southbank to The National Theatre to see the matinee of 'Network
' It's a fantastically staged production with epic percussionists that blend the 1970's with today. Michelle Dockery is in it and is fantastic, her American accent is so good and she is such a natural beauty you can't help but stare. Network was so good, gripping stuff. After the show Adam headed to the stage door with his play script and I stayed indoors, in the warm with a nice cup of tea and my book!
The National Theatre is such a lovely building to chill in and read, catch up on emails or catch up with friends. I used to come here so often whilst I was at University, such a national treasure. The concrete jungle is one of my favourite places in London.
After dragging Adam away from the stage door, we headed over to the west end to pick up a garlic press and a pastry brush, the sexiness of adult life, ey? On the way we stopped at Zara Home
where we managed to pick up a massive Navy rug made of cotton and viscose. Finally I find a sustainable
blended rug for our flat! A bargain in the sale and the perfect size, result!
Our trip to John Lewis was less successful and much more stressful, it seemed everyone was out for a bargain. I couldn't believe that John Lewis didn't have a single garlic crusher, what first world problems! After picking up a pastry brush we ended up witnessing the Canada Goose protest on Regent Street. Canada Goose is fucking gross and so are the people who wear it.
They kill animals for their coat hoods and padding. They skin them alive for people's pure disgusting vanity and it's great that these protesters are making people aware of their old fashioned and poor ethical practice. This was the time and the place.
In the words of the protesters- SHAME SHAME SHAME ON CANADA GOOSE.