Shopping is extremely dull for me. I try to convince myself it's part of the job. It's got to be done. I pull off my dress and tights, thank God, and slip into my jeans. Then I sigh, grab my bag and rush out.

I regret to tell you that my experience was as bad as usual. When I walked into Zara, I didn't have a feeling that I was surrounded by all the beautiful clothes. No such luck. They all look the same to me, boring skirts and dresses hanging on racks. You don't know what they'll be like till you put them on, and then you might not like them. And you have to go back out there and queue for ages with bunch of fourteen year olds just to get back into the changing rooms.

I don't waste time searching for the things I want. I first decide what I want looking for trendy clothes in magazines. When I go shopping. I have the actual ripped pictures of the clothes that I want in my bag. But the problem is that even in brand-new fashion chains shop assistants refuse to help me. The fact that they are normally chatting to each other is really annoying. But there is nothing you can actually do to change it.

I don't want to scream at them. I want to threaten to find the manager. Make them do what I want. I just stand there feeling stupid! I suppose the ladylike thing would be to take their behaviour as granted, not make a fuss and just walk out. That's exactly what I will do this time.

Shopping is extremely dull for me. I try to convince myself it's part of the job. It's got to be don...