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This Blog is sophie's blog

The ramblings of a mind that is fighting beyond 140 characters
Sometimes you just have to accept that you don’t have time to make your morning smoothie look pretty… 1/2 frozen banana
1/2 cup frozen mango 
1/4 cup frozen blueberries
1 tsp chia seeds
1 cup water
2 big handfuls spring greens 
1/2 lemon squeezed
#juice #smoothie #alkaline #alkalinediet #greens #supergreens #weightloss #fitness #fitspo #cleanse #detox #breakfast #paleo #primal #instafit #progress #goals (at Shoreditch)

Sometimes you just have to accept that you don’t have time to make your morning smoothie look pretty… 1/2 frozen banana
1/2 cup frozen mango
1/4 cup frozen blueberries
1 tsp chia seeds
1 cup water
2 big handfuls spring greens
1/2 lemon squeezed
#juice #smoothie #alkaline #alkalinediet #greens #supergreens #weightloss #fitness #fitspo #cleanse #detox #breakfast #paleo #primal #instafit #progress #goals (at Shoreditch)

Really struggled on my 4km run tonight, lately every time I run I have a stitch within 1km! Any suggestions on how to avoid this? #running #runningtips #help #workout #selfie #healthie #tips #advice #training

Really struggled on my 4km run tonight, lately every time I run I have a stitch within 1km! Any suggestions on how to avoid this? #running #runningtips #help #workout #selfie #healthie #tips #advice #training

The customer is always right

I had 2 very polarising experiences of customer service today, all thanks to my broken Kindle. Yeah, that happened. 

Being a sucker, when I bought my Kindle in New York in February 2011, I took out an international care contract which all sounded too good to be true. In fact, I remember standing at the counter in Best Buy on Broadway saying ‘are you sure? All I have to do is call you and you’ll send me a new one? Are you sure?!’. 

Lo and behold, when I called them today, that wasn’t the case. Not only was I going to have to pay out of my pocket, it was going to take 4-6 weeks to get my money back in the form of an international master credit card (wtf?). AND, the unpleasant woman on the other end of the phone failed to cover the speaker on her phone when she audibly sighed at my lack of receipt (I bought it over a year ago!). AND, I’m pretty sure I heard her say ‘for christ’s sake’ when my mobile number brought up someone else’s account. 

Firstly, I don’t hoard receipts like some crazy cat lady and secondly, it’s not Jesus’ fault that she was a moron so she shouldn’t be appealing to him. 

After that frustrating and frankly rude conversation, I called Amazon directly to see if there was anything that they could do. A delightful man, Sergio, took my call and at first told me there was nothing he could do as the Kindle was out of warranty. 2 minutes of hold music later however, he’d managed to convince his boss to give me a free replacement! With free delivery! For FREE. I told Sergio to ‘have a nice day’ and he sounded rather awkward saying it back to me before quickly hanging up. 

This whole rather irrelevant episode just goes to show that a smile (or kind gesture) doesn’t hurt anyone and in fact, could make someone’s day. Thanks Sergio. 

It’s always a race

So, it’s been a while. And what better to come back and discuss than cycling. 

Yes, I’ve bought a very beautiful, very light bike and I’m a little bit obsessed with it. 

On Saturday, I wanted to give it the first proper trial since I bought it just before Christmas so I decided to cycle from where I live (Hendon) to my parents’ house (Radlett, Hertfordshire), a modest distance of 11 miles.

This route took me to the A41 and then along this pinnacle of human civil engineering, all the way to Watford before I got to cut into the quiet country lanes, scaring squirrels and rabbits as I hared round the corners.

It’s this segment down the A41 that gave me one of the most competitive and enjoyable experiences of this year. Around Mill Hill, I flew past a guy cycling slowly back from work on a rather old, rusty mountain bike. I sneered as I cruised past him on my slick wheels, crouched down over the drop handlebars. 

Then I hit a problem. A hill. I dropped down the gears until I was crawling up the hill, determined not to stop, picturing Angelina Jolie’s left leg and thinking my legs would look that at the top of the hill.

From behind me, I was suddenly aware of a creaking and lo and behold, past comes Mr Fluro Jacket and his rusty bike, pedalling no harder than he was further back down the road. He even smiled as he cycled past. Smug bastard.

And so the race began. I gripped the handlebars and went for it, slowly inching forward until I was sitting on his back wheel, thinking I was all cool and that for using his slipstream.

And then, just like that, he was gone. He’d turned off onto a smaller road and raised a hand in parting.

I’m going back next week for a rematch. 

Stereo Sound

Something good came out of yesterday’s awfulness that was the (most recent) tube strike in London and quite frankly it made my day. 

Although a rumoured 70% of trains were running on the network, it seemed like more people than normal were trying to use the tubes, just to see quite how bad it was. I had to let a train go past because there wasn’t even an inch for anyone to move on it so I made sure that I was at the front of the next bunch of people at the tube door.

We all piled on, with some polite English pushing and shoving, and assumed the positions of indifference that all habitual commuters cultivate. Stuck in the middle was an American couple, maps clutched in sweaty hands, jeans tucked into walking boots and looks of bemused fear on their faces. 

As the tube pulled out of the station, the normal commuting silence fell over the carriage while everyone tried not to make eye contact with the person inches away from them. The silence was punctuated by the tinny sounds of people listening to music far too loud for such an enclosed space, an intrusion which most commuters accept as par for the course. 

However, Captain and Lady America looked from one set of headphones to the next before he exclaimed, ‘Oh my gaaaad. It’s like they’re listening to the same music in stereo!’. At this, everyone turned round, listened intently and turned back to their positions with a little inward smile.

With just a few words, the evenings of a group of London commuters were enriched with a new perspective on that horrible daily journey.

And it gave me a warm feeling in my tummy. Result.   

Habitually Expensive

I hate to start this blog with a Tiny Thing that annoyed me but blame Habitat, not me. 

I ordered 4 photographic lamps for our office a few days ago because they’re suitably ‘Shoreditch’ and fit in with the ‘cool’ factor of our office. And also because half of the office sit in a cold, dark cave. At least they’re not in New Zealand… 

Anyway, the lamps arrived this morning amid much excitement. Except the lamps weren’t lamps. They were just the poles that the lampshades were supposed to fit onto. So, for £160, I received 12 metal poles. The lampshades would cost another £200. Who, in these times, has £90 to spend on one lamp?!

These lamps are being sent straight back and it’s back to the drawing board to find some other ‘Shoreditch’ (but cheaper) lamps.