Feeling able to stray a little further from the comfort of the WC, I decide it’s time I updated my wardrobe a little and picked up some toiletries. I’ve fallen into a handy, if slightly expensive pattern of running out of everything all at once, so I literally need to replace the entire contents of my wash bag. I know this makes for gripping reading. I’m also down to two pairs of underwear for some bizarre reason, and I’ve needed a decent pair of new jeans for a while. I take the free shuttle-bus to the out-of-town mall at indulge in a bit of retail therapy.
I’ve managed to have a shower this morning, but I’m still looking like a half-shut penknife. I huddle next to the window with my hood up and arms folded. What I can never understand is why women (and many men) get glammed up to go shopping. I’ve seen some crazy outfits and make up jobs in my time only to be visiting Marks & Spencer. These people look like they’re going clubbing at 1pm. They’re the same people who get dressed up to go to McDonald’s. Have a word with yourselves.
Once again I’m left longing for one chance at shopping in Glasgow. It takes me an age to find a pair of jeans my size without paying through the nose, and once I do, the card machine packs in, one ATM is out-of-order, and the other doesn’t accept my card. I leave the centre with shaving foam, shampoo and toothpaste. What a wildly successful day.
Retail therapy
Feeling able to stray a little further from the comfort of the WC, I decide it’s time I updated my wardrobe a little and picked up some toiletries. I’ve fallen into a handy, if slightly expensive pattern of running out of everything all at once, so I literally need to replace the entire contents of my wash bag. I know this makes for gripping reading. I’m also down to two pairs of underwear for some bizarre reason, and I’ve needed a decent pair of new jeans for a while. I take the free shuttle-bus to the out-of-town mall at indulge in a bit of retail therapy.
I’ve managed to have a shower this morning, but I’m still looking like a half-shut penknife. I huddle next to the window with my hood up and arms folded. What I can never understand is why women (and many men) get glammed up to go shopping. I’ve seen some crazy outfits and make up jobs in my time only to be visiting Marks & Spencer. These people look like they’re going clubbing at 1pm. They’re the same people who get dressed up to go to McDonald’s. Have a word with yourselves.
Once again I’m left longing for one chance at shopping in Glasgow. It takes me an age to find a pair of jeans my size without paying through the nose, and once I do, the card machine packs in, one ATM is out-of-order, and the other doesn’t accept my card. I leave the centre with shaving foam, shampoo and toothpaste. What a wildly successful day.