Ah consolidation week. The week in which students are supposed to catch up on coursework and start their preparation for the coming exam season. Yeh...that's what we do.
While most of my fellow students began their weeklong parties or hibernation, I took the perilous journey to the bustling streets and bright lights of London. Yes, that's right folks, London baby!
For a few days every year my mum and myself take a mini break of sorts; take in a show, visit some friends, spend as much money as we can afford. And where better to do it.
I have to say this trip was amazing. Firstly, our flight arrived EARLY, how often does that happen? However half an hour into the flight I did burst into hysterics, confusing and slightly worrying my mother, until I explained I had in fact forgotten to pack pyjamas. Oh well, an excuse to buy new ones…but where from considering we didn’t arrive at our hotel until after 5pm, and shops would be closed by the time we got there. Fear not! For our lovely little hotel in South Kensington, was a 5-minute walk away from Harrods! (Plus a GAP where I managed to find a cute pair of jammies for about a 5th of the price of ones in Harrods).

Now Harrods seems to be very imaginative. They seem to believe that the newest trends this season are green makeup, gingham check, and ruby slippers. Well personally I don’t give a flying monkey’s about gingham, but the shoes I’ll take in a size 5! As my mum and I followed the yellow brick road leading into Harrods, we realised that it was in fact the 70th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz, and it was this years Christmas theme within the store. Makes more sense I suppose.
Now as we all know, Harrods is a tad bit expensive. But after months and months of hard work, shopping for other people, I felt that it was about time I shopped and treated myself to something nice. So, as we meandered around Harrods, I was slightly disheartened when nothing immediately jumped out at me. And then I saw it. Soft, cream, gorgeous, and Juicy Couture. With its delicate ruffles, and warm feel, it was the perfect outfit for Christmas time. I tried it on, and it flattered all the right places, it gently clung to curves. It was perfect for my curvy figure.
I had to have it!
So I proudly took the dress to the till point, and handed over my money. It was only after we walked away, with me swinging my bag happily, that I realised.
‘Mum, wasn’t I supposed to get a pound back?’
Harrods had done me out of my change!!
This is the dress, only mine is cream.

After the theft from Harrods and the securing of sleepwear, the next order of business was food. So, to Leicester Square we went. In the end we managed to get some cheap tickets for Chicago, so had dinner on the go, pizza slices all the way. Even better, was when we arrived at the show, we were asked to go to the box office with our reduced price, upper circle tickets. Our tickets were then changed to the dress circle! No longer were we stuck in the Gods, but sitting centre stage with one of the best views in the house. All for £20 each. Not bad I say.
The following day was our proper shopping day. Now take heed, for walking around the shopping streets of London, Uggs are required. Not heeled boots from Clarks it seems, no matter how chunky or low the heel. Both my mum and I realised this after we had walked up and down Oxford street for the 3rd time.
After a very succesful day, we sat smiling on the underground, surrounded by our bags from Tiffany, Abercrombie and Fitch, Sketchers (Mum gave up and bought comfier shoes), and good old Debenhams. You'd think that I'd stay away from it on my days off, but hey I get a discount.
After relieving ourselves of the bags and readying ourselves to be seen in public once more, and discovered that the aftershave smell that had been following us all day, was actually from our purchases, we headed out for dinner with a friend of the family. Then after we were sufficently nourished, we were once again 'Off to see the Wizard', as we had tickets for that nights showing of Wicked. Front row of the dress circle, at full price this time unfortunately.
After the show, we had drinks in a small, unknown pub in South Kensington. And I was shocked to realise I recognised someone at the bar. After sitting for a good while wondering where I knew this man for, I finally asked my companions. Turns out I'd been staring at Johnny Rotten from the Sex Pistols, for a good 20 minutes.

Alas the nxt day, we had to come home. So as the the plane ascended from Terminal 5, I waved goodbye for yet another year. Once again, the flight was early, and we were one of the first groups off the plane. Such a succesful trip.
So what I've learned from my consolidation week this November, is that green is definatley a Wicked colour this season, Uggs are definatley the must have shoe for shoppers, Abercrombie's aftershave clings to clothes and smells amazing, and Harrods are thieves!