copyright to J.R.Marsden.Ah the joys of traffic.
Theres nothing like being stuck behind tree cutters to give you that extra time to your self.Time to indulge in those rice cakes and other polystyrene like snacks you may keep in the car for such occasions. I was there so long I actually switched off the engine, took some photos and got out my notebook and pen. Blankety blankety blank.
After my mornings luxurious dawn, I had a bit of a crazymaking day. Not a bad day, just a strange day really. I was acting so strangely that Jamie gave me some of that paper stuff to treat myself with. I found a smashin pair of trousers for five pounds. Oh the thrill of a good bargain never fails to soothe the wallet and heart combination.
The girl in charge of the changing rooms was so lovely and surprisingly honest. She didn' actually say "you look like a derranged raccoon in that outfit madame" but her diplomatic and emphatic "The other one is more beautiful", worked just the same.
I apparently reminded another lady in the changing room of her daughter. I quite liked that and she joined in too .
"No no! you cant wear that." she said pinching at my hips in a motherly fashion.
She then gave me a little talk about being blonde, the colours that suit me, and that really I must buy the violet "veeolay". So I did. Mothers advice is always best.
The changing room girl agreed and called me violet girl as I left. Thank you God for friendliness. These lovely women made my day.
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