Went to see the Queen.....

but I got as far as Portobello Road market which was canny but a lesson learnt..Pixies should not buy expensive snake skin retro handbags from a dodgy woman (even though she was in the Good Fairy arcade) ~ she did tell me that the snake had not been killed on purpose but had shed it skin - oh yeah - anyway more money than sense Pixie bought it - swanned off to Fenwicks yesterday dangling it from my arm and the bloody handle snapped - oh great. Now luckily it is a two handle bag but even so the prospect is now looming of hoying a bit of chain on it was really is not that aesthetically pleasing but I promise I will never ever purchase something made of dead snake ever ever again.

Not good karma because on the way through the market I thought I would buy a couple of pie's for my tea (got in about 9.30 too late to cook, not that I do much of that, I digress) - and considering I am a vegetarian (please God forgive me for snake) I bought a mushroom one and a leak and cheese one - yummy, carefully placed them in ones bag and minced off down the street to the train - being very careful on the way.... thats the first part of the not good Karma story...

Second part follows the fab half an hour spent at St Pancras Champagne Bar before crossing over to Kings Cross where were were frisked for hidden bottles of wine (as if) but we had been playing Chelsea - so a dry train - mmmmmm

Third part whilst munching into a wee snack before getting home for my pie's (posh pies mind) my veneer on my front tooth split - brilliant I knew it was dodgy and a bit had come off before anyway it will have to wait until after Christmas and after I have a few weddings in the bag as this is going to be mega expensive......again I am really really sorry about the snake,

Then when I got home I went downstairs to check on Granma Pixie and the antics of son of Pixie and wild Pixie got back upstairs and guess what Stella (the old Jack Russell who never ever moves out of her basket) had managed to open the zipper of my over night bag and had stolen one of my pies (mushroom variety) - it was there lying in her basket half eaten and for a nano second I was tempted - but on remembering the poor snake I left it alone.

So whoever rules this world please take heed that I will never ever again purchase a snakeskin bag from a dodgy woman even if she was under the banner of a Good Fairy

Oh the tribulations continue do they not x