Something that struck me as oddly ironic in the plus size shop Evans the other day. I was a bit tired and was looking for the usual seat near the door to rest a bit, but it had been replaced by a DJ with all his equipment, loudly playing the Pussycat Dolls hit 'Dontcha', and as I looked around, several extremely large ladies were weaving in and out of the clothes racks singing along:' dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me' etc. Quite funny really. The music was incredibly loud and it was quite hard to concentrate on actually choosing clothes. Mind you, given the choice it was no hardship to get out of the shop.
Oh dear, the above is probably fattist, but as a fat person I feel entitled.
Evans is a strange shop, in that sometimes they seem to have had a fresh look and manage to fill the shop with quite good clothes, and at other times the buyers appear to be both blind and desperate, with awful shiny clothes in ghastly colours.
Had Easter dinner last night with my son and his wife. We had some pata negra ham from Spain with olives and cava to start with,followed by a roast leg of lamb from the Ginger Pig at Borough Market with some rioja. Also mixed roasted vegetables, peas, and some quinoa to replace potatoes as the carb element. Quinoa is quite pleasant and nutty. We had Davidstow cheddar and Colston Bassett Stilton, and then for pudding we had coffee cake and a New Zealand dessert wine. We finished up with some experimental rhubarb ice cream which was rather like a frozen rhubarb fool. My diabetic cat enjoyed some of the ham and a bit of lamb later.
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