Had a good morning shopping with D. I swear he’s worse for shopping than I am – I’m still not over the fact that we spent a good half hour in Leeds last week in the Next store debating over work shirts for him to decide he’d order them online instead. After an hours fannying around online when we arrived home (and demanding coffee and ice cream), he decided to come back to it later to realise he’d lost his page on the internet, therefore deciding he could not be bothered to make the purchases anymore. Saw a Next store today, and was his Lordship bothered about popping in? No, no of course not…

Definitely worse than us ladies when it comes to the shopping savvy tirade.