A riot? A stampede more like.
When I picked this vintage wool cape up from a rail in the West Bromwich branch of the British Heart Foundation earlier my access to the till was instantly blocked by a mass of Black Country grannies asking if I was sure I wanted it and if they could just have a quick look before I bought it.
Even the sob story of how one of them was disabled and didn't get out much failed to rouse my sympathy. By the law of the charity shop I'd spotted it first and therefore it was mine. The volunteer took an age to relieve me of my £5.99 before I could stuff my new find into a tote bag and leave a crowd of devastated pensioners in my wake.
We're off to a dinner party this evening so just time to flick through this wonderful book that the lovely That's Not My Age sent me after I posted a picture of my 13 year-old self in a Lee Bender jumpsuit on Tuesday's blog post.