Let’s be real: the car park is the real shop. It’s a multi-storey maze of despair. You’ll drive up five levels looking for a space. Then you’ll lose your car for an hour. It’s a rite of passage. Pro tip: park near the Waitrose sign. It’s the least haunted.
But once you’re inside? Heaven. The shop list is a treasure map. From L’Occitane (hand cream that costs more than your lunch) to Boots (where you buy one thing and leave with a kilo of makeup wipes). It’s chaotic. It’s loud. And it’s wonderful.
