Oldrids has been in Boston FOREVER. I can remember going to the cafe upstairs with my mum when I was little and having a ham roll and a glass of milk before spending my birthday money in the AMAZING toy department.
Nowadays I’m not so much for the toys, more for the kitchen bit downstairs, which is excellent, and the perfume department.
I went in a couple of weeks ago and had a look at some fancy shoes but the two women at the till there looked at me as though I was a bag lady and needed ejecting. I felt very, very uncomfortable. I think it was because I was wearing linen trousers and flip flops and my hair was a bit messy, but whatever it was, it was like that bit in Pretty Woman where the shoplady is mean to the prozzie.
Anyway, Oldrids is a well stocked, well laid out department store, which on the whole is deserving of a visit if you’re on a shopping trip and need some knickers or tights or makeup or perfume or a griddlepan, and don’t mind paying a bit more for it, or if you just want a cup of coffee in a place where you can peek out over the main pedestrian bit and laugh at the chavs, but beware the grumpy staff is all I’ll say.
Just to clarify, I’m not a prostitute.