Spotted on a recent trip to Devon, this pub sign in Axminster prompted hubby to go on a sulk because I wouldn’t let him try out the creche. Despite tempting him with a fish and chip lunch and the promise of uninterrupted viewing of the England International rugby match on TV the next day, he couldn’t be consoled and dragged around after me while I happily browsed around the shops.
Now, I’m not a great shopper but when visiting a new place I love checking out quirky little gift shops and thrift stores – you never quite know what treasures you’ll find. But poor hubby loathes shopping, so on this trip I eventually gave in and he went off happily in search of a beer while I indulged my credit card.
This week, my mum is visiting us as part of her 80th birthday celebrations. She has really bad legs and some days finds walking difficult, but does it stop her shopping? No way. My mum loves to shop. Her stamina is amazing and a couple of times this week, she’s put me to shame. She’s inexhaustible! She might flag, but a stop at a tea shop for a reviving cuppa and tasty pastry, and she’s off again. She has an amazing creative streak and can suggest a cushion or plant which is exactly the right thing for the right spot, and often the very last thing I think would work. Plus, if I see something I like but can’t really justify buying it, she always persuades me to treat myself by saying that I deserve it, or more likely I have to fight her all the way to the till before she can treat me herself.
So, this week I feel like I’ve shopped till I’ve virtually dropped, and I’ve enjoyed every minute. But that will do me for a few months. I’m sure my energy and wallet will thank me for it 🙂