Yesterday I went to Oxford. Nothing unusual about that in itself, but it was a very odd trip indeed. For starters, the car park had oodles of spaces. On the ground floor where you can almost never find one. Odd. When I stopped for a quick caffeine pit stop, there was no queue. There were plenty of seats - whole sofas, vacant. I've been in one woman credit-crunch denial, but it's hard to argue with the absence of spenders.
Similarly, the usual deluge of Christmas Catalogues seems this year to be lacking something. Perhaps it's soul. But with a little folding of pages (and a dollop of inspiration from Anthropologie), the catalogues do seem to contain some festive sentiment after all - just in a different way to that which was intended.