Back in the day when England was less expensive and Norwegians less exposed to the good things in life (like more than one kind of toilet paper), we girls were thrilled to find a Boots store when on the opposite side of the North Sea because that meant stocking up on items not easily available in Norway (at the time) or that cost more.
A few weeks ago, I had seen a sign advertising for the familiar British “chemist’s”, and the thought that Boots was finally coming to someplace near me wandered idly and a bit happily through my brain only to get dislodged by the regular trivia that dwells there and forgotten.
For my acupuncture date on Wednesday I have decided to make my feet more presentable because they have said they will ask me to take my shoes off and that meant getting a hard-working foot cream. Since I also wanted more fluoride to rinse with I decided to stop at our local drugstore, AKA the apothecary or chemist’s.
And that’s when I discovered exactly where the Boots’ store was. My good ol’ drug store had restyled itself completely, put in both more lighting, good posting of prices and a lot of sensible rows of shelves (you should have seen how cluttered it used to be and that was after another remodelling – and you would have seen had I thought to take a picture). It’s so bright! And clean! And shiny! Whee! (The big sign is an ad for an anti-aging serum that promises to actually work.)
And I got my foot cream, my fluoride and just for good measure, a pair of new inner soles for my boots, aptly Boots brand.