Bling in Brighton

 Another really cheerful day. Lorraine and I caught the train into Brighton, and did a spot of shopping. I bought sunglasses, as mine had given up the ghost -- or should I say shade -- a few days ago. Then after a spot of shopping, and witnessing the Police unsuccessfully chasing a sprinting villain  down the centre of North Street we mooched into The Ivy, where Lorraine had a voucher for a £100. We had a meal there, which was nice enough. Lorraine had a cocktail called a Passionate Spritz (apparently a bit like a Porn Star) and I had a fancy G&T and a decent meal. The Ivy, because it is expensive and snobby, attracts the idle rich. The staff were professional and pleasant however.

Then into the old lanes where I bought Lorraine her long-promised eternity ring -- which was quite blingy and has pinky red rubies and little diamonds in it. We were able to get it resized and done within an hour or so. We did a bit more shopping and then dropped into The Cricketers where Lorraine and I used to go for a drink when we were dating, and had our wedding reception upstairs. My mobile rang, and we rushed off excitedly to collect the ring. They had take Lorraine's wedding and engagement rings to polish too, and she looked exceedingly sparkly and excited.  Slightly oddly, we were given complimentary umbrellas too, which was unexpected. 

Threaded back through Brighton, and onto the Seaford train. Happy to be home after a cheery day out.  

I went to the gents at the Ivy, the toilets shared with Ivy Asia next door, and one of the urinals was clearly out of order. Seeing a Samurai warrior looking looking at you over his shoulder when you hurry into the gents is not something that happens every day. A good life size model.