Saturday gone awry

Yesterday was one of those times when a well-planned Saturday just doesn't live up to expectations. Here's about how things went. 

Wake up early (ixoj). Stay in bed for longer than desired by ixoj (Trav). Eat breakfast and vacillate between choices of walks; the canals are sounding more industrial the more we read about them. Take a long long time deciding what to do, but fall back to the original plan and find the proper bus to take us to the start of the walk. Get off the bus and promptly get lost finding the start of the walk due to mysterious road closures and police activity. Desperately need a bathroom and take a long time finding one. Finally find a toilet and get back on track. Start walking along the canal, which, for a while, is lined by charming houseboats. Keep walking and watch the charm disappear as the quaint houseboats turn into floating shacks (at least there was interesting graffiti). Walk through two moderately appealing parks and walk past the Olympic Stadium. Coolies, but rather far off the path to investigate. Keep walking and walking and wonder if the small strip of soggy looking greenery to the right is the supposed marsh. Throw in the towel on the walk. Head towards what is thought to be the correct bus stop, then turn around and walk the other way for a while. Take the slowest bus imaginable back home (never again, 55).

Go to the Scandinavian Fair where they brazenly charge an entry fee to look at kitschy items you don't actually want to purchase. Wait in the queue to buy a waffle, and then get passed over not once, but twice, by people more waffle hungry (pushy buggers) than yourself. Snarf your waffle, look around at the junk one more time, and decide to go boot-hunting.

Find Central London to be appallingly packed with people. Struggle through the hoards and look at shoes. Feel too overwhelmed to try anything on, buy a cardigan instead of boots, and flee back to the house. 

Not exactly what I'd hoped, but it could have been worse, I suppose.