Shoping not fucking

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I have a couple of half written posts on what I’ve been up to, and a post on non-consensual sex that’s about 90% written, but it’s stuck and just wont finish itself off; so what does a girl do under such circumstances?  She goes shopping…

I dropped off some junk at a charity shop and came home with a charcoal, short sleeved, cashmere TSE sweater

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Re: Aha...

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I took a vow of not buying books until I'd read everyone on my shelves, and there were certain fullstops I never overcame; but once I'd read 'Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance' I considered I was allowed to indulge myself once more.

It was a Marie Curie not far from where some smart houses are; hence the cashmere. And markets and charity shops can provide such joy at the 'find'.

Re: Charity Shoppage

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This one was blessed with staff who had no knowledge, charging the same for some tired Top Shop spangly affair as my cashmere.
'Oo, lovely and soft, this one,' said the local lady on the till, as her hand couldn't help but spend a moment longer carefully folding it, before popping in with my books.

Where I used to live, anything worth having was thoroughly over priced, and I was better off on the market.