What happens in London.. ends up on the blog (Day one)

It's the day after my return from London to gloomy and rainy Leicester and so far I'm coping with the withdrawal symptoms with a little help from Elle Magazine.  As usual it was a pretty eventful trip so I figured I'd share it with you..

Tuesday 27th December

My chosen reading vs Tom's reading..

 After a stress free train trip reading Company magazine,  we dragged the suitcases over to the Piccadilly Theatre to grab some last minute Ghost tickets.  To our dismay it was closed, had a late opening time and we'd had a wasted journey.  Little did I know it was about to get worse.  After unpacking my suitcase (also known as putting everything everywhere) and getting into sale war mode, disaster struck - I managed to trip over the swivel chair with my right foot, and ravel my left foot into the bed duvet causing my back to do a weird double twist and everything else to fly to the floor.  It was all slow motion - the capitulating of my iPhone and lipstick and the complete fear that i wouldn't make it to Oxford Street and to the sales.  Terrifying.  The final result of my tumble was a messed up back which continues to plague me and a worried Tom who mistook the red stains of my lipstick on the chair that I fell on for blood.

Christmas decorations on Carnaby Street

Louis Vuitton staircase

All cleared up and rearing to go we hot footed it back to Ghost for cheap seats (yay!), to Oxford Street where we mumbled insults at slow walkers, tourists and people that bring prams to the Selfridges sale and to Garfunkels near the Palladium for a huge portion of hot hot hot hot hot pasta - yummy!  A pattern started emerging as we went down Oxford street and through Mayfair to Marc By Marc Jacobs, I was getting more depressed as I didn't buy anything in any of the stores.  As a remedy, we walked down New Bond Street and I was dragged into Louis Vuitton by Tom to cheer me up.  OH.  SO.  PRETTY.  For those that haven't been, go in!  It's all sorts of pretty with luggage trunks placed on shelves high above you and moving displays with the latest in bags and small leather goods.  Even though we felt so out of place it was still a great experience and so was Mulberry which I was also 'dragged' into.  Apparently my eyes light up when I stare at Mulberry.  It was in Mulberry when I remembered my £25 gift card for Kurt Geiger.  A quick iPhone check lead us there and I ended up buying beautiful red wedges in the sale that I had been eyeing up for months.

A quick change (into the beautiful shoes) and we were on the way to Ghost.  Having seen it before I figured I wouldn't cry.  How wrong I was - I was a complete wreck and couldn't stop crying even on the way out of the theatre!  Even though we had the very back row centre tickets we still saw everything and still were amazed by the astonishing effects, powerful voices of Caissie and Richard and obviously the emotion.  Sob.   The evening ended with chinese food back at the hotel from Wong Sei in Chinatown which is probably the best chow main I have ever had.