I’m all of a muddle today. So much to do and so little time. You would think it would be easy to find a thin red belt in the many women’s clothes shops of Lewisham wouldn’t you? Well, no. Today’s Juneathon effort mostly involved traipsing, and I’m not a happy traipser, so it was heavy traipsing at that. Orange belts, yes. Pink belts, yes. Brown, gold and white belts, yes, yes, yes. At one point I thought I had completed my mission: I was in TKMaxx - my idea of hell – and spotted something resembling a thin red belt, well it was slightly orangey, but it would do. There was no price tag, but I queued up anyway only for the woman at the till to say: ‘Oh no, you can’t have this, it’s come off a dress or something’ before putting it under the counter, probably to be put in a basket in a storeroom for ever more. I ventured into H&M: ‘Hello, do you have any thin red belts?’ I enquired of the two girls nonchalantly moving clothes from one end of a rail to the other, ‘Nah, no red. You could try Markses’. There were no thin red belts to be found over in Markses. At this point I did something I never do, I went to Primark. And there it was, one thin red belt, for a pound! I also got Hector some trousers ‘like Dad’s’ and off I hopped, swinging my brown paper bag with glee. To build on the aerobic effect of heavy traipsing I rode my bike there and back, with the return journey having the added danger of my brown paper bag swinging on the handlebars and a long roll of wrapping paper wedged between my thumb and hand-grip.
Miles cycled: about two
Miles traipsed: about six