Why was I annoyed? Because some arse trod on the hem of my skirt, tearing it, and walked off without a word! I was speechless. There is a tear in my lovely new witchy skirt! So it's hardly noticeable (except to me, but I know it's there) and I'm sure I can stitch it up again if only I can find some black sewing thread somewhere, but to tread on a woman's skirt when she's done nothing to you, and to walk off without so much as a by your leave or a sorry -- what's a Philistine like that doing in a museum, anyway?
I treated myself to a nice lunch after that, though. I came thisclose to ordering a lobster, but came to my senses just in time and had a goat's cheese salad instead -- I may have been in need of comfort food and lots of it, but there was no need to add insult to injury and beggar myself in the process of acquiring it.
On my way home though, I couldn't say no to a set of matching bra and knickers in a lovely cream and brown colour, at half price in the sales.
Now, a meme to get my mind off the fiasco that was my trip to Amsterdam. Gacked off the lovely grapefruitzzz, here's the premise:
The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.