A Decent Tweed

Hello my dears,
I am really most frustrated. I woke up yesterday and realized that all my lovely Marks and Spencer Tweeds were beginning to show signs of needing replacement. But where does one go for a decent tweed skirt here? I really became most poorly as it dawned on me that I would have to buy a ticket to London in order to rescue my wardrobe from a fate I cannot even begin to imagine.
So before actually buying the ticket I thought I would give the department stores one last try to see if they had anything resembling a suitable garment for a lady of my stature.
My day did not go well. One young sales assistant who approached me to see if I needed any help in one of the stores, was dressed as if she was heading off to a seedy nightclub. Her eyes had so much black stuff around them she looked like she had been hit with a polo stick, and she was chewing gum. Something I just cannot stand for. I told her to get rid of it immediately. Then when I asked her where the tweeds might be, she looked at me with her mouth gaping open, as if I had said something in Icelandic.
I realized it was pointless looking for a decent tweed in such a place and I decided to drown my sorrows with a nice cup of tea at my favourite tea shop in the city.
Thankfully there is one place where they know how to make tea properly.
Yours ever faithfully,
Lady O.