Day 1 – Bond Street
Day 2 – Bond Street
Day 3 – Bond Street
Day 4 – Bond Street
Yes, I know London is more than just shopping on Bond Street but let me explain…
Day 1 – went to school in the afternoon to collect my uniforms. The uniforms are cool but the pants are up to my neck:P Surprisingly, I got a knife set. Not your usual WMF set of 6 knives. Imagine a huge makeup brush folding pouch but instead of brushes, you get knives and tools for every imaginable kitchen move. I even get a cleaver! Why would a patisserie student need a cleaver? hmmm… students beware;) I know I should post a pic so you can see… but I couldn’t lug it back home plus all the uniforms. Those makeup knives weigh no less than 3 kg i assure you.
Oh yes, school is at Marylebone Lane (pronounce Mar-lee-bone). Smaller than I thought and a little crammed inside. Hope the classrooms are better.
Day 2 – More unpacking and cleaned up the house a little and went Bond street to window shop plus familiarise with school surroundings. Realised the only affordable fashion boutique is H&M. Shopping became boring after that. Found a great way to spend time for little money – read gossip magazines at borders in the instore starbucks. 2 hours of reading for 2 quid – I will do this more often:)
Day 3 – Yay sun is out! No drizzle! Need to go school again to submit form for student transport discount card. Tube rides are costing me about 5 pounds a day and as a student you can get 30% off. I need this card badly!
It was a lucky day. I felt weak from no lunch and popped into the nearest Pret a Manger for a sandwich. Sandwich is 3 pounds (3×2.7 = 8.1). Okay, I will take half a sandwich (1.50pd). To compensate for my loss, I shall buy a latte (1.8 pd). The customer before me at the counter had a wrong order and there was an extra latte which was offered to me free. My lucky day!!
Decided to head to Green Park for some sun and relaxing fun…
Found a little spot and started to read my London guide, listen to Jay Chou and eat my KrispyKreme.
A middle aged couple (guy had a balding patch) 10 metres away proved to be distracting. In between turning my pages, they have moved from fervently locking lips- to hand on breast – to woman on top. To top it off, a passing tourist found it so amusing he stood grounded on the spot 2 metres away from the couple and stared for a good 10 seconds. At least have some discretion – wear sunglasses/pretend to read book/sit at least 10 meters away. Heh heh heh…