Shivers

It's a scientific truth that when you're cold, your body's nervous system reacts by making you shiver. The movement creates heat energy which warms you up. I've always thought this was a load of rubbish... until today.

When I told my mother about the vintage sale, she told me it would be a disaster. 'You never find anything in vintage shops'. Sage words. But I took everyone else's advice (can you feel my evil glare in your direction, people?) and headed out to Wembley, nice and shockingly early only to wait in a queue in the freezing cold for 3 hours. Yes, you read right that's 3 hours. Considering we left 2 hours before the sale started... I was not impressed. When we arrived, I saw the many kms long queue and decided I wanted to leave. But I'd just paid for a train fare (it's an overground station!). After 40 minutes I said I wanted to leave. But - 'come on, we've travelled all this way'. After an hour, we were all pondering our madness for going but still we didn't 'want to waste an hour. After two hours, another friend arrived, trying to tempt me into a warm shopping centre. But still, to wait all this time and leave empty-handed would be unacceptable. At around 2 and a half hours, my friend and I almost left. We were going to be late. Everyone coming out was saying most of the stuff had gone. But there was only about 15 minutes left!

So we waited it out, and went inside and yes, everything good was gone. And my toes were numb (actually at one point, I resorted to running a few laps up and down our queue in an attempt to regain some feeling). Then afterwards, I didn't go home but onto a rehearsal. In a freezing theatre. Now I'm home, with my beige cashmere blazer and my plastic patent bag. And I've got pins and needles.

When will I learn, that my mum is always right?!??

Note: I might post pictures when I have fully regained sensation in toes, fingers and brain.