With temperatures plummeting to a not so balmy minus 4, all I saw was Jack frosted trees on my jolly freezing drive to Bicester Village today. One of the benefits of still being in country bumpkin county is the ability to not only get in a car (a strange novelty when I'm residing in London; black cabs don't count...) but to drive down many a duel carriage way and arrive in a town overcome with it's outlet village. If you've never been and imagine it's awful, some aspects of it are, but the bargains are tremendous. I picked up a lovely tweed Vivienne Westwood purse which I had been after (£47, down from £115) and an equally marvelous Luella patent leather credit card pochette, which shall serve me well as my oyster card holder. Perfect.
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