I will be able to update my Twitter location soon, as I am off to Port Aventura (warning - intensely irritating sound on this link) on Monday. In the usual panic I realised that I had no clothes or shoes suitable for a hot climate (or, well, anything, really) so went on what was for me a shopping spree.
There was a sale at Next, and it was... horrendous. I will say no more, except that shops don't thrill me much, and sales even less. I can honestly see very few reasons to wear shiny grey pinstripe trousers. There was a sale at M&S, but, despite my age, something rankles about wearing M&S clothes. Silly, I know, but there you go. And despite that, I did buy some super lightweight chinos and 2 pairs of swimming shorts. All well and good.
There was a sale at Clarks. And there I made what I consider to be the purchase of the year. Oh yes. I have even coined a new word. You see, I have never been one for sandals. I accept that they have their place in some societies and I even accept that they are indeed useful, but I find it hard to accept that I should wear them. Then I saw the light! My Eureka moment! A cross between trainers and sandals. And here they are, in all their glory.
