So apart from the lovely cropped jacket my mom had insisted on buying me from M&S ("put your purse away"/"no, I'll get this"), I didn't come home with a wearable souvenir this time.
Of course, that's not to say we didn't have fun wandering around Selfridges (oh, the kitchen department with its Andy Warhol tea cosies! Oh, the Agent Provocateur concession with its tiny lacy confections and its platinum-blonde salesgirl in tiny nurse's uniform! Oh, oh, the food court with its homemade merguez and whole rabbits and smoked eel! And its Yo! Sushi conveyor-belt counter and its pie bar, among other dining options!).
Oh look, it's lunchtime ...