The prospect of feeling fabric between finger and thumb, of
holding it alongside your face to see if the colour suits, of trying it on
instead of trying to guess how it will fit from an online pic of a model who
has no curves (in tiny writing: model is 5’11 and wears a size 8).
And books! To inhale
that new-paper smell and flick through a new novel, reading snatches of
dialogue, to pore over a table of bright new titles and want to buy all of them.
However, Covid also means that this year teachers are
assessing pupils. Busy trying to pull
together various assessment programmes, I haven’t yet had the chance to go to
the shops.
Perhaps when I finally get
there I shall run amok...If you see a middle-aged woman cantering through the streets of St Albans wearing six new frocks, one on top of another, price tags flying in the breeze, and hefting armfuls of new paperbacks, it will be me.
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