So here I am, back in urban London after many months away. I feel a little parochial and do not venture much further than the small greengrocer/wine/bread stores that are manned by Turks, Greeks, Cypriots of both languages and all of whom call me 'darling' or 'my lovely' with good London accents.
We even have a specialist Swiss only cheese shop to add to the 'Yield' store (next to the China Inland Mission building) that sells only 'natural' wines as well as organic meats, oils, bread, cheese.
But none of them sell anything domestically useful to old ladies, such as tights, or knee high nylons....Alright, so I could have bought these online - but that is no way of buying intimate garments, or garments of any kind, or anything that needs to be seen/felt/scented.
