How was your week? Mine was one of mixed fortunes. Busy, busy, but - fortunately - with time for three energetic sessions with my new love, at the gym, to keep me going. After working on Saturday morning, I ventured off to the Old Town Hall in Kings Road, to investigate Irish designer
Orla Kiely's wares at a warehouse sale. I love her bright, bold, distinctively cheerful designs, with a modern-retro edge, but they come at a price. The sale wasn't too crowded so, thankfully, it didn't have the feel of a jumble sale or bunfight. In spite of decent stock levels, I didn't find the one bag that was yelling my name, at a price I was prepared to pay in these restrained times. But...I
was tempted by a pretty little silk summer dress and succumbed (priced at £75 rather than £295).
It was only after I had paid and was on my way out, that I realised I had left my sunglasses - on a ledge -in the makeshift changing room. I went straight back but - you've guessed it - some charmer had already swiped them. I was just happy that, although I liked them, (and they were good ones!) they weren't my all-time favourites.
I continued my wanderings down Kings Road, until I came to the Duke Of York's arcade, and was delighted to chance upon the European-influenced Farmers' Market, just about to close. How did you guess that chocolate made its presence felt in my life, again? (No, really, I'm
not a chocaholic). I had a great time talking with the owner/producer of
chocolate organiko who had come over, from his atelier in Madrid, to promote his 'babies'. I liked the quirkiness, quality and passion of the brand and especially adored the very unusual anise-flavoured dark chocolate - stunningly good!
One my way out of the market, I encountered industrious David Arkin, working at his fresh and vibrant
arancini stall. His diminutive risotto balls were delicious, prepared to order and wonderfully un-greasy. I was impressed by the healthy, energetic ethos of his company and the tell-it-like-it-is name: the
arancini brothers. He and his business partner took their inspiration from the strong Italian influence in their home town of Melbourne, Australia, and decided that it was an opportune time to unleash the savoury deliciousness on the residents of London. They offer their goodies for sale at several Farmers' markets, in London, at exhibitions and have a private catering business where they tailor their rice-y goodness to clients palates.
Of course, the whole week was overshadowed by the looming presence of the UK Elections. I didn't get to cast my vote until 7.30pm, on Thursday. Although there was a small queue at the school, that was my polling station, all went smoothly and, to the best of my knowledge, everyone was able to vote in my locality. I admit that the result was no shock to me - I had predicted the outcome for a while - but I was shocked and horrified to discover that many had not been able to vote in the UK, in spite of repeated attempts to get access to their ballot sheets and voting booths. The set-up remains rather antiquated here, with stubby pencils - attached to string - used to mark one's cross, on a ballot paper. (And the count is manual, with Glenda Jackson (in Hampstead and Kilburn) having to endure a recount before discovering that she had won through by a mere 42 votes). It's no great wonder that we're in political limbo - with the combination of voting chaos, those who abandon their voting privilege and tactical voting. 'Interesting' times...
The major dominant factor in my week has been waiting for the outcome of my father's third spinal surgery - in three years succession. Although in his seventies, he's always been super-fit - playing tennis to a high standard throughout his life. Until recently, when he has struggled to walk further than a few yards at a time. Fortunately, it seems that this op' went smoothly (although very early days, yet). I just hope it
will be third-time-lucky and that he'll be able to enjoy pain-free walking in the months to come.
