So, what did I learn from my tragic 5:57 PM defeat? Marks and Spencer Chesterfield opening times are a test of character. They separate the planners from the panickers. The winners have their linen trousers; the losers have a story and a sad can of Pringles from Tesco.
Next time, I’ll check the hours before I leave the house. Or I’ll just buy the trousers online and wait for them to arrive in a box that’s slightly too big for my postbox. But where’s the adventure in that?
Go on, go get those trousers. You’ve got until 6 PM. Tick tock.
