Milkshakermaker

We went on a little shopping trip today, to get some holibobclothes at Cheshire Oaks (one of those large sprawling discount retail villages that is absolutely heaving no matter what day you visit) and take something back that didn’t fit my Mum.

A replenishing pitstop break was much needed, halfway in. How the hell people can actually enjoy going to such places on a regular basis is beyond me. Maybe it’s the awesome milkshakes?