Days like this make blogging seem worthwhile

Wake up. Snow. Work. Ollie was meeting Stephen for Coffee. I had to see if Fat Face could help with the missing button on my lovely new jacket, and find out if Ben was indeed going to be available for some sort of excitement this evening. Stephen suggested we all go to see St. Trinian's. On meeting Ben I passed on the St. Trinian's proposal and he was positive, as was Robert; Ben was to finish work around 19:00. Then came the inevitable debate about which cinema to go to. Cineworld is on the right side of town for four of us BUT it's wet and slushy and requires lots of walking. Film at 21:15. Vue at Omni is similarly close to Ben and Robert although it's quite far from the rest of us BUT it is within very easy reach of buses which would actually mean less walking in the sog. Film at 21:00. Vue at Ocean Terminal is far from everyone BUT the bus thing again AND it has lots of nice shops. Also, Stephen has never been there! Film at 20:15. In the end, Ollie, Joe, Stephen and Robert all dropped out of the Film plan, leaving me with time to kill before Ben was to finish work after which we would go to Ocean Terminal (there's a GAP scarf I've been trying to get hold of). Coffee. Fat Face (no more jackets. Refund on return or if I get it fixed they'll pay. Too much hassle.) Visit Graeme (discuss Battlestar Galactica. Woo-hoo!). Back for Ben. So we wander round some shops.

Ocean Terminal has some very interesting and LARGE decorations up. I'm glad I got to see them, they're not the usual Edinburgh Festive fare. We dashed into Starbucks as they were closing and suddenly there was a queue of people behind us and some very cross-looking staff.

...and off to Enchanted. Yes, we decided it was more guaranteeably fun than a remake. The film was a good bit of Disney cheese. Especially the chipmunk trying to do charades. And the impromptu musical number in Central Park. On leaving we decide to get on the waiting 22 bus rather than hanging around in the cold until the 11 arrived - which would have meant me not having to change at Princes St. Ben got on the bus and I nipped over to the bin to drop the leftover cinema juice in the bin, only to find when I turned around that the doors had closed and the bus was leaving - Ben stood in the middle of the floor looking scared and very very alone. The next stop was far away; Ben called me and said EEK and byeeee. So I waited for the next 22. And got on it. SMS from Ben saying he feels like he's been somewhat kidnapped and did I feel like being his Prince Charming. Hardly. People on the bus indulging in what was hopefully hyperbolic boasting about a super-powerful green laser one of them was going to buy. Oops! There's my stop just passed - better press the bell and get off at the next one which has suddenly passed the next one's miles away! I get off behind Cineworld, in what seemed a blunder sent from the Fates. Wander up to the main road and get on a 1. A few minutes later I decide to pre-empt myself and ding the dinger so that I don't end up back in Leith. Oops! There's actually a stop right here, which wasn;t quite where I wanted to get off and now the driver is glaring at me for pressing the bell so late. And then a meander over to Lothian Road where I get the 11 I originally decided not to wait for, and get home. And there's still thick snow in the front garden, which is nice after the city centre was mostly just wet now.

Now I really must get back to watching Victor/Victoria. It's therapy for my weird day.

Beware of Live Traffic and of sales

A day of repeatedly bumping into Stephen and Joe, even when we were meant to not be in the same place. I think they're stalking me or something.

I don't know what LIVE TRAFFIC is. Is it unusual? Does Edinburgh have a problem with DEAD TRAFFIC usually? or UNDEAD TRAFFIC perhaps? H&M provided some cheap pants. Pants, incidentally, I use to mean underwear rather than trousers. Because us Scots are funny that way. Or rather, because other people are weird and can't use one word to mean only one thing. I discovered a few years ago that Ollie an His Kin(d) use pants to mean either underwear or trousers, which is just TOO CONFUSING. If only it had stopped at pants. Schuh had some nice CAT shoes which, since shoes were my goal of the day, I purchased. TICK! Fat Face is where it all went wrong. I was in there about ten days ago and saw a lovely grey winter jacket for £STUPID. I pawed at it and then left; my current winter coat has been with me since C&A were not yet closed (never mind demolished, rebuilt and opened as H&M/Maxx) and it really needed replacing but not that much. I'm a skinflint! Oh, but today they had removed £50 from the total of £STUPID and so I was dilemma-ed. And there was a really nice top that hung on me like a baggy top rather than a top which is hanging because it's large, reduced to £8.00! Alas, this t-shirt should not have been reduced. They offered to give it to me for half price, £13.75, but it seemed less of a bargain. The problem was that, as it wasn't on the Reduced list and the tag had fallen off then they couldn't charge me what it was labelled. Even when I grabbed another one with the same price. Eventually we found another in the same size and raised an eyebrow before they gave in. Hurrah! Why is it that the jacket is size L and, other than the sleeves being a touch short for my Mr Tickle arms, it fits perfectly BUT the t-shirt from the same shop which fits similarly is an XXL? Who knows?

We then had coffee with the boys and Stephen's family. Lewis appears to be inexorably drawn to me, presumably because I loathe attention-seeking children and attempt to injure them whenever possible. N.B. Blogger does not allow an ampersand in the tags. WHY?