My mother and I have a talent for eating breakfast and shopping. We’re just naturals. For the first time in a while, we went to London to go do what we do best.
We headed straight for Oxford Street and as soon as we came out from the underground we saw a sign for a breakfast deal. We thought we’d branch out from our safety-net, Cafe Rouge and try something new and so we headed inside.
It felt like I’d fallen into a pub in Diagon Dalley. There was an old man drinking his pint next to us (it was 10am), and there were mirrors everywhere. But the breakfast was wonderful. Me and mother rate it a good 9/10.
After this, we went to Liberty. We watched a documentary on it a few months ago so we wanted to go inside and pretend we were regulars and knew everything.
I left mum looking at the fabric and wool section and then headed off to do my own retail therapy…
(If you’re wondering – I bought the white top)
I resisted Victoria’s Secret and any beauty shops because I was scared I’d fall in love with something and then have to buy it, which definitely would have happened.
After a few more stops at coffee shops for refeuling, we headed home proud that we manage to resist most temptation and keep hold of some money.