So I skipped out on this last Thursday due to the furious birthday preparations (I believe I was making the cake last Thursday night!) so here’s the list that’s been gathering since last week:
- Standard crib (ahem, “cot”) mattresses are about 8 inches shorter and 10 inches narrower here than in the states! Glad I checked before I started making sheets from a tutorial written by someone in the US!
- So, looking for baby acetaminophen in the store (for our little almost teether) and discovered they don’t have it. Instead? Paracetamol. Presumably it’s basically the same.
- BBC’s iPlayer, a limited substitution for my beloved HULU. Along with this? The discovery that Season 4 of Mad Men is just now airing (or maybe re-airing) here—excellent news b/c I deliberately didn’t watch it when it was on in the States thinking I’d save it for after Everett was born then buy the whole season from iTunes. Now I don’t have to!
- Family Rooms at John Lewis—something the U.S. really needs! (How have the shopping malls NOT figured this out yet?) This is not just a “family bathroom” but a room separated into a family restroom, a breast feeding area with a curtain, bottle feeding area, and changing area complete with a counter of 3 stations and several trash cans (ahem, rubbish bins)
- The haberdashery and stationery sections at both John Lewis and Liberty of London—I mean, these department stores are true departments stores in that you can get anything there (and not like Wal-Mart style, these places are SERIOUSLY classy!) Liberty has a long tradition of producing absolutely gorgeous fabrics themselves—have a peek at the website and tell me you’re not drooling! John Lewis had a decent fabric and notions section, as well as a selection of yarns, patterns and needles, and with the Family Rooms there I could’ve staid for hours:) I feel like I deserve a reward for not spending every last cent we have on fabric and notions at both stores.
- People here are shockingly sweet to me as I travel all over with Everett in the stroller–I often hardly make it to the first step in a tube station before someone’s offering to grab the bottom and help me up or down! I’ve had several very sweet split-second interactions with these strangers–smartly dressed business men, young men in torn jeans and headphones, two older women who helped me together, the young woman with an armful of shopping bags– as they exchange smiles with Everett, commiserate over how inaccessible the tube is for anyone on wheels, or share their stories of remembering doing the same with their children.