*happysigh*
Dec. 21st, 2003 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlemooseDad is baking downstairs. Wonderful smells permeate the house. I love the sound of the electric whisk, it holds the promise of delicious treats to come.
So Belfast yesterday. We parked the car at dad's work and got a bus into the city, which is much cheaper and hassle-free than trying to park in Belfast. It was absolute bedlam... imagine me, with my propensity for panic attacks in exposed spaces, and my dad, who is claustrophobic and hates crowds, trying to navigate Belfast city centre on the last Saturday before Christmas. Boots was the worst, you could barely move. I got knocked over twice by lanky idiots who don't consider anyone under 6 foot worthy of their notice.
Lush was the best. Crowded, but not mad, and well, it attracts the sort of people who aren't going to knock you flying then leave you. I bought an atrocious amount of pampering goodies (hey, PMT, it's allowed!). Used the tisty tosty last night, and now I have rosebuds on my desk. They smell amazing, rose scent all through my room.
I heard there's a Forbidden Planet in Belfast now, so we went looking for it, but it must be down some wee side street dad doesn't know (and those are rare) coz we didn't get there. We did find the Ann Summers... the teddy bears... with the... *giggles*. I told mum about those and she damn near wet herself laughing!
Disney store of course... dad talked me out of buying a Stitch that was on sale :( "The last thing you need is another stuffed toy" Well he has a point I guess... *glances at EC teddy mountain*
What else... no, that's it. Not much, but it's all about the getting out. And I survived. The crowds, the bus, the deviant teddies - I did ok. Couple of minor wobbles, but nothing major. It was a real triumph, because the last time I was in Belfast at Christmas, was the time I had my first panic attack, and collapsed on the train home. So I'm proud of myself.
So Belfast yesterday. We parked the car at dad's work and got a bus into the city, which is much cheaper and hassle-free than trying to park in Belfast. It was absolute bedlam... imagine me, with my propensity for panic attacks in exposed spaces, and my dad, who is claustrophobic and hates crowds, trying to navigate Belfast city centre on the last Saturday before Christmas. Boots was the worst, you could barely move. I got knocked over twice by lanky idiots who don't consider anyone under 6 foot worthy of their notice.
Lush was the best. Crowded, but not mad, and well, it attracts the sort of people who aren't going to knock you flying then leave you. I bought an atrocious amount of pampering goodies (hey, PMT, it's allowed!). Used the tisty tosty last night, and now I have rosebuds on my desk. They smell amazing, rose scent all through my room.
I heard there's a Forbidden Planet in Belfast now, so we went looking for it, but it must be down some wee side street dad doesn't know (and those are rare) coz we didn't get there. We did find the Ann Summers... the teddy bears... with the... *giggles*. I told mum about those and she damn near wet herself laughing!
Disney store of course... dad talked me out of buying a Stitch that was on sale :( "The last thing you need is another stuffed toy" Well he has a point I guess... *glances at EC teddy mountain*
What else... no, that's it. Not much, but it's all about the getting out. And I survived. The crowds, the bus, the deviant teddies - I did ok. Couple of minor wobbles, but nothing major. It was a real triumph, because the last time I was in Belfast at Christmas, was the time I had my first panic attack, and collapsed on the train home. So I'm proud of myself.
