Pram

Posted on 2012/07/29 09:34:12 (July 2012).

[Saturday 28th July 2012]
The main focus of today was about getting a pram / stroller / pushchair / buggy / travel system / whatever you call the bloody things. Unsurprisingly Chie and I had a bit of a difference of opinion over how we should go about it - Chie wanted to get one second hand from a friend, I wanted to buy something new and top of the range.

So, in the morning, we ventured out in the direction of Sloane Square, stopping off en route along the Pimlico Road, for a leisurely breakfast on the little terrace outside Daylesford Organic, and then a wander around the farmer's market where we picked up some samphire, courgette flowers, and batavia - you know, just the usual staples really.

We spent a little while in Peter jones on Sloane Square looking at prams (having already done some research on the web and by talking to people at my office who have kids). The shop assistant who gave us a demo was surprisingly a "yoof", presumably in his early twenties. Somehow I'd pictured this scene involving a middle class middle aged woman from middle England, so that was a bit of a surprise, but I suppose he did seem to know what he was talking about, and wasn't pushy at all.

We came back home for lunch before heading out again in the afternoon to North London - Harringay (or is it Haringey? I'm never sure) to be precise. Chie's friend Naoko-san lives there, and had a pram her two year old has grown out of. So we took a look at that, but I wasn't really convinced. We spent the remainder of the afternoon and into the early evening there. Their little girl was much more animated and quite talkative compared to the last time we'd seen her in Finsbury Park, and it was nice that towards the end of the afternoon we all went out to the pub together. Apparently they'd first taken her to a pub when she was just three days old (on the way back from the registry office), so the notion that having a baby means you'll be stuck indoors all the time is a myth - or at least it's down to individual parents to make it happen the way they want it to happen.

We rounded off our visit to Harringay / Haringey with a meal at one of the Turkish restaurants there. The mezze was OK, but the pide I had as a main course was a but disappointing - and everything (even the bread) had a vague and slightly worrying sort of kebab flavour to it. Still, it was vibrant, and felt a bit exotic, and was also very reasonably priced, so I suppose I can't really complain.

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