Last night, I had a shopping experience so surreal it was indeed blogworthy.
Well, firstly, I should add that I was able to shop. This is because I have been both paid, and have received my debit card from Barclays. (Finally.) So, with money burning a hole in my pocket, and my legs freezing at night because I hadn’t been able to buy any bedding, I ventured down to a store known as Matalan.
I think perhaps the best way to summarise this store is to say that it’s Walmart for Pakis. Pretty much the whole store was full of women in purdah showing nothing but their eyes, kids trashing the place and Paki husbands all sitting around while their wives roamed around loading up the trolleys with wholesale clothes, bedding and various other items. The service is non-existent – it took about 20 minutes of standing in line before I was served. Part of the problem is that the Paki people there (and everywhere) are notoriously stingy – one bloke was even haggling over the cost of a bedding package.
But at the end of the day I got out of there, having spent 40 quid and carrying over 100 quid’s worth of bedding.
Sweet dreams.
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Paul, your entire family minus yourself is at present all here and accounted for, with the remainaing three dawsons having flown in this evening. The cat is previously mentioned, hogging your pillow, and leaves no reason to believe that he shall relinquish it at any time in the near or distant future. However hard we may try to budge him, cajoling with shakes of his food box, etc etc... much love from laura anna dad and mamma.... be safe dear, watch out for the spanish inquisition.
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