Christmas shopping in Aylesbury.

Yes, I made the 9 am departure of the Stoke Mandeville Xmas shopping bus. 

They loaded 2 old ladies, plus myself, in our wheelchairs, tied us down with security straps, started up the throaty motor,  and we were off!
Parallels with the Variety Sunshine Bus, familiar to unkind school children everywhere, were not lost on me….
10 minutes later we were unloaded in the shopping Mecca that is….Aylesbury Town Centre. 
Grace, Jill and I set off for Poundland first, where I wheeled down the aisles, basket on my lap. Stocking fillers my objective, I easily frittered away 23 quid on the tat that the tradition merits. 
This is the first year that I won’t be able to sneak upstairs in the dead of the night to fetch empty stockings from beds, to return them minutes later bulging at the seams with space occupying, but cheap, treats. 
Is that one of the best parts of Xmas or what? My youngest, Amber,  stopped believing in Father Xmas last year, but funnily enough didn’t stop believing in the stocking idea.. 
To be honest, seeing their faces as they opened a dozen or so badly wrapped ( by me ) trinkets was just magic. 
I reckon I’ll want them to have stockings til they’re about 30, as I love the whole thing. 
Next we went to Boots, where I just got confused by the endless variety of cosmetics, and shavers, at my new eye level, enticed by nothing I saw ( it all seemed so expensive after Poundland !)
I made us go into TopShop after that, where I went crazy, buying 2 things…
Grace and Jill left empty handed, untempted by the sexy Santa knickers at 3 for £10. 
Flying down the sloping Mall next, we shot into Marks’, up the lift and into the M and S cafe. 
Other than our helpers, Rosie and Danielle, I was probably the only person in there under 70. To fit in, I enthusiastically sipped my cup of tea, as the minutes ticked away til our deadline of 11 o’clock. 
I introduced the topic of female shaving ( down below ) into the conversation , as  Bev Cracknell had just written a very funny article about it, for the Telegraph. 
The old ladies just looked bemused, the young physio girls slightly uncomfortable at the change of topic from the choice of cakes to the merits ( or not ) of vaginal hair. 
Suddenly, as I was just getting into my stride,  it was time to go home?
Back down the lift, into the bus again, and home in no time, our shopping extravaganza over as quickly as it had begun….. 
Christ, what an outing that was. 
I had no idea being in a wheelchair could be so much fun. 

1 thought on “Christmas shopping in Aylesbury.

  1. Hi Russ, you probably won’t remember me, we only met a couple of times at parents parties when my daughter Megan was at school with Amber. I was so shocked to hear about your accident & have nothing but admiration for the way you are dealing with it having read this blog. Dani & the girls must be so proud of you. My husband Tim has been seriously ill over the last 18 months & it hit us hard. I can’t imagine how tough it’s been for you. I was really compelled to write on reading that you’d been shopping in Aylesbury – that must have been an eye-opening experience! I grew up in Tring (my Mum worked at SokeM) so know the delights of Aylesbury only too well! Sounds like your sense of humour saw you through 😉 I hope that you & your family share love & laughter this Xmas. All best, Jo

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