To John Lewis on Oxford St this evening, for some short notice requirements. Firstly, up on the first floor, lots of very glamorous young ladies were sauntering around clad in their unmentionables. Everwhere one looked there were lovely young things clad in lovely little things, lacy, racy and lovely. Apparently, it was to promote the new fashion floor. I was unbothered by this reason, but was very pleased with the visual delights on display.
So, I then repaired downstairs to the new(ish) Food Hall to buy a few things for dinner. Whereupon a nice chap accosted me and asked if I wanted to try some Yamazaki whisky. Having never tried it, I of course agreed. It was, I am glad to say, very pleasant indeed (Both the 10 and the 12, I think I preferred the 10, actually). We fell to chatting for some time, and I had perhaps too much of the lovely stuff before riding home.
Why can't every shopping trip be like that?