Sweat and tears - and jeans

There are few places around where I live where one can enjoy a good old shopping session at the weekend. I very much dislike going back into London on Saturday and Sundays because being on that dreaded train makes me feel like I’m going back to work. Not the best way to relax.

Then there’s Milton Keynes. Now, for any of you who live in the part of the country, you’ll know that one only goes to MK when one needs to pay a visit to the famous out of town blue and yellow box (Ikea for those of you not paying attention this morning!). Both London and MK get so so busy, it’s rather unpleasant.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve also grown to dislike spending any significant amount of time in shops. This is especially true at this time of year when it’s freezing cold outside and heaters are pumped up to the max inside. Not good for my contact lenses, and not good for my sweat glands either (sorry about the gross details today!). I also get very irritated by slow people, those who change direction without any notice (I’m all for slow and fast lane pavements and using your arms as indicators) and crowds in general really.

So where did we end up going when Boyfriend decided it was time to update his jean collection? Cambridge of course. Lovely lovely Cambridge, with its simple park and ride system. We got there at the crack of dawn (for a weekend), when the shops opened, and it was so nice. Nice and qui-et. We were done and dusted by midday, when most people were stumbling out onto the streets and making it all rather unpleasant.

I always enjoy walking around this little market, so bright and beautiful, happy and colourful. A bag of massive chestnuts came home with us, together with four pairs of jeans (told you it was a massive shopping sess).

And that blue sky and that clear bright light… so much nicer than the grey old rubbish we’ve got today!!!