Primark chic

Accepted an invitation from #1 daughter to a trip into town for lunch. Trouble is we have different agendas. I read "trip into town" as meaning a chance to try out my new zoom lens on all the fabulous architecture and river views. She saw it as a budget shopping trip to update her wardrobe with skimpy summery tat and unwearable footwear. The camera never got used.

If I thought IKEA was bad yesterday, it was a leisurely stroll in the park compared with Primark on a sunny day in Liverpool. Think rows of fluorescent scraps of material masquerading as clothing and piles of tacky animal-print leggings being fought over by orange, fake hair and nails-wearing local lovelies. Some of these classy ladies were stripped down to their insubstantial bras, trying on tops in the store to avoid the queue for the changing room. This place really is your worst nightmare, unless you like watching that sort of thing.

The meditation was really tested today, but I'm still serene - just.

Oh, if you want a pair of the delightful specs modelled by #1D, they're available in every colour at 98p. Fortunately she only came out on this occasion with tights for work.