It was with some trepidation that we left the house at 9.30 this morning on our way to Oxford Street to try and make some headway on the Christmas present buying. Not least because at that point I still had very little idea what to get anybody in my family and Oxford Street is not the place to go on a Saturday in December if you're not after something very specific. We had to go to the bank first so it was 11.00 before we got off the tube at Marble Arch and started to worm our way through the crowds that were already there.
However, with trips to M&S, HMV, Debenhams and John Lewis all yielding success, just an hour and a half later we'd finished and we sat on the bus towards Piccadilly Circus (we'd had enough of walking by that point) thinking about where to go for lunch. Better yet, we now only have to find something for two grandmothers and mine will be happy with just a bottle, so long as the contents are at least 20% by volume. Phew, I thought it would take us much longer than that to find much less. We've obviously been shopping on Oxford Street so often that we're masters at it, now.
Not that I'm willing to brave those crowds again anytime soon, of course. I swear, next year I'll buy all the Christmas presents in August.
Saturday, December 06, 2003
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