M&S Trolleys 1

I'm not a fan of modern shopping centres. Find them soul-less, although the IKEA meatballs are a wonder. Mrs C gave me enough money for a coffee whilst she disappeared into M & S. Thirty minutes later I'd sampled all the sparse delights of Braehead. Then waited. Forty five minutes to buy nothing. When I'm buying nothing I do it at Primark. It costs less.

This is the pattern of shadows cast by the trolleys in the area where spaniels and husbands are left.

She did buy me a nice cheese scone on the way out. Thanks Mrs C.