Set the compass South this morning for Grantham. Boundary Mills to be precise, just off the A1. Boundary Mills is the home of discounted branded products hereabouts. It tends to pitch at a certain age group which I happen to sit in.
I was accompanied by kids 2 and 4 and had no preconceived idea of what I might buy if anything. There was nothing there that grabbed my attention (gripped me by the lapels, looked me in the eye and said “buy me you stupid &^%$£ so and so, I’m a great bargain”).
Having systematically worked the menswear section more than once I slowly drifted towards the cafe when I came across a box of socks. £5 for 3 pairs of Pringles. I’ll ‘ave a bit of that I thought and before I knew it had four bundles in my hand. Including a pair of bamboo socks! I’ve had my sights on bamboo socks this Christmas but none were forthcoming in the stocking, so to speak.
The next minute along came Hannah with, believe it or not, some bamboo socks. She led me to a sock section that had a wider choice of bamboo product than I’d ever seen before in my life – not difficult seeing as I’d never actually seen any before. I fetched a basket with wheels and a long handle and the kids and I proceeded to fill it with socks. They were all discounted and there was a further 10% to be taken off at the till. Woohoo.
I did suspect that I’d gone over the top somewhat but I’d been talking about a sock refresh and here was the perfect opportunity, bamboo and all!
Back home we emptied the carrier bag onto a bed and counted 45 pairs in all. They weren’t all for me obvs but a suitably large chunk of them were.
The featured image in this post is of said socks and the video is one I did at the Friendly Farmer where we stopped en route home. I had a chicken and bacon salad which was ok.
Ciao bebes.
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