This weekend I have to sing at a wedding, and since I did not have the foresight to pack Standard Concert Clothing (smart black and white and covered, pretty black shoes) I had to take a trip down Albert St, the hub of Belize City shopping, to find suitable shoes. I managed, although my big feet meant I couldn't find any heels, but anyway, this is beside the point. I was with a Belizean friend, and found myself, as we browsed, telling her about the wonders of, yes, Marks and Spencers (she has lived in the States so Big Stores are a familiar concept but M&S is not. Poor Americans).
Having been thinking about how I miss M&S, I happened to read the blog of someone I knew at University who's been in Cameroon doing VSO, and although our experiences are incomparable on all other scores, I found her saying that she can't wait to visit M&S on her return to England for the summer. Now, her missing of it is probably more acute than mine, since I have Brodies down the road which is a general all-purpose store, which plays Amy Grant and sells most things you could want, including Patak's curry sauce if you're prepared to pay about £6 for it, which funnily enough I'm not. (I rarely go to Brodies since it costs too much). Yet I was still able to giggle at the English love for M&S.
In other news, I have earache, which I'm hoping doesn't develop into anything nasty, and some new 'pants' (american use of the word!)
