Such an interesting weekend. Firstly hubby and I decided to go to Birmingham on Friday afternoon to see the German market that Carie so vividly describes in her blog. It was wonderful, it has a really good vibe. The hot wine with rum was delicious. We ended up at Selfridges rather late and had a rather nice feed at Yo Sushi. I also partook of a couple of glasses of wine. It was late and the store was starting to close up, so I thought I’d just nip to the loo to powder my nose.

The loo was deserted so I’m humming happy little tunes in my head, along with wondering who actually chose that particular colour of yellow for the tiles. When I turn to leave and push the door, its locked. Locked. OMG !! They’ve locked me in, I start hammering on the door, with pitiful cries of help, help. No answer… Another spate of hammering with louder pitiful cries of help, help… I start to rummage through my bag for my mobile, knowing full well that hubby will have his mobile switched off, but at least it was a plan. I can’t quite reach my mobile at the bottom of my handbag so I adjust my position to find somewhere that I can balance my bag to get to it… When I notice another door… I’ve only been hammering on the janitors door for the last few minutes. I’m so glad nobody walked in, whilst I was in the middle of my drama. Its a wonder they let me cross the road on my own, it really is.

The next day I was telling son no.1 all about our little trip to Birmingham and he looked quite wistful and had a day off. So as hubby was tied up with work all day I suggested we go back into Birmingham on the train. Now this is extremely brave of me, because a) I’ve never taken a train on my own before, I’ve always been with hubby who takes over and then I become the passenger and just do as I’m told and don’t take much notice. b) I think you’ve worked out how daft I can be.. and c) I’ve only been to Birmingham a handful of times to shop and am only just forming a mental map of it. So the possibility of getting completely lost is quite high. Most trips have been straight to the restuarant/market/theatre and back out again, so not much traipsing around.

It was a lovely day, son no.1 enjoyed the German market especially the German butter cake and sausages. Considering it was raining hard and had been all day Birmingham was still very busy. Its quite hard for us country mice to adjust to such crowds but we managed.

Son no.1 was reasonably dressed for a change and looked quite smart and handsome, (I’m just setting the scene) I’d decided to treat him to a pair of shoes so we found some that he liked and asked to try them on. Now he is a big fella and he did look the part. This pretty little blonde girl serving us, certainly thought so, I thought she was going to swoon into a faint at one stage, she was absolutely smitten with him. Did he notice… naahh !! Typical bloke, completely wrapped up in his own world.

Selfridges again provided endless fun with there flying toy helicopter and other toys. I saw a woolly hat that was simplicity itself to knit for £50.00 !!! I took son no.1 to the top floor to show him the expensive handbags.. Its an education in itself as to why you would want to spend that much on a handbag, after all its only going to end up on the floor. (I know that I probably sound like my mother at this point)

We then trundled off to the fish market to buy some oysters. It was at that point that my mental map failed. I must have come out of the wrong exit and had a rough idea where I was but it wasn’t totally clear. We ended up at the back of the Palisades and had to climb up seven flights of stairs to get to the train station. For the people that don’t know me, I am built for comfort not speed, to say I puffed a little bit is an understatement.

Overall it was a very successful day, there will be no stopping me now. Have ticket, will travel. 🙂