Stampede in Monsoon

[meowmix]

I just escaped the first day of the Monsoon sale with only minor cuts and bruises (seriously - some besom scrapped her stiletto down my shin, I'm scarred for DAYS). It was a scrum of scrums. When they close the doors tonight they're going to find a flattened security guard under a pile of discarded hangers.

AND they seem to have hidden the things I liked and was waiting for the sale to buy. HUFF.

heavens, thought Monsoon was too civilised for that kind of thing

Next, on the other hand...

Not TOO manic in our branch of Monsoon, went in at lunchtime. Luckily I wasn't looking for anything in particular as a couple of things which I half had my eye on last week have mysteriously disappeared along with most of the regular stock which was there yesterday! It has been replaced by a right load of old tat as far as I could see. Anything which is half-way decent is still almost full price, as well. Right, grumpy heat-induced rant over!

it was like they'd never seen clothes before.

I looked in the door this morning and walked straight out again - no way was I going in there with a grumpy toddler in tow

annh you are SO right! Where have all the lovely dresses gone? and that skirt I wanted... and who would want to buy purple cord trews on the hottest day of the year anyway?