Phew!

A quick snap taken from the car on the way home from our Manchester shopping expedition. It was way too busy for me!

Against my better judgement, we queued to get into Hollister. As we got to the door, my husband and I both had the same feeling, that the doorman was going to say 'No. Not you two!', for not being trendy enough.

They must have low standards because we got in!

I hate the place. Too dark, triffids brushing against you as you walk around, and even the changing room was dark. And what sort of shop for adults sizes a slim 11 year old girl as Small rather than X-Small ... what size would that make me? Not a Hollister size, I think.

I could rant on about the place all day, but they managed to relieve me of 50 quid.

That was the worst part of all!!!!!