Maxxed out
A SLIGHT MOMENT of imposter syndrome as I, your woman about town, remember that my idea of “town” is the habitation of 11,000 people near to the village where I grew up. Town, to me, is the place where the shops close at lunchtime on market day, rather than the home of sparkling cultural delights readers are perhaps hoping to hear about.
Luckily, as a sophisticated adult, I now live in , where it’s possible to buy almost anything up to as late as 6pm. Oh brave new world that has such retail in it! Although given the
