Yesterday morning I set off to meet daughter in Marks and Spenser at 12.45. As I was up and about early I decided to get going.
Now on Tuesday it was a BIG MISTAKE going to Dobbies, but yesterday it was an EVEN BIGGER MISTAKE going to Marks and Spencer early..
Idly wandering round I found a pair of black pull on trousers similar to many which I own, so that went in the trolley.
Then I found a grey skirt with a gored bottom, similar to but different from the one I wore to the Bridge Club Autumn Hat Night.
However, I next found a Burgundy skirt of a similar shape, but in a colour which is new to me, so the trousers and grey skirt went back on the rails. I then met an assistant and asked if they had any nice tops to go with the skirt as I had already found the limitations of my own wardrobe..
She was excellent. She led me to a lovely blouse which I put in my basket in two sizes, and my eye was then caught by a less “dressy” one which I also put in my trolley in two sizes.
After that I happened to mention that I was most unhappy about not being able to find a black outdoor jacket. She took me to see a ¾ length coat (which is what I would call a jacket) but it was in a size smaller than I wear. However I tried it on and looked at it in the mirror. Now at the time I was wearing a vest, a thermal vest, a black polo neck and a pink wool polo neck sweater. Even with all that, it looked great.
I think this was a wonderful (and unexpected) instance of having a 'personal shopper'.
So off to the changing rooms, in each case choosing the smaller of the two sizes then off to pay.
At that point I made for the shoe department where I was due to meet daughter and sank down into a seat.
And waited.
Then a text message arrived saying “Je suis arrivee”. I texted back to say I was in the shoe department. She said no I wasn’t.
At last it dawned on her that I had gone to the “only” Marks and Spencer that I know and she had gone to her local one. I couldn’t have found it as I have never been there before.
However I said I would very happily go over and meet her at her home. I then went and bought a sandwich and a small bottle of lemon refresher and set off. It was a very easy journey, all on dual carriageway or motorway, so I reached her house and she wasn’t there. I then made a start on a sandwich when up she pulled behind me.
So in the end we did have lunch together, just not at the expected venue. It was great to have a good chat, and I even met up with younger grandson. I also had to show her my purchases of which she approved! When she saw me to the car, I discovered that I had parked impeccably about 1 inch from the kerb and absolutely parallel. Usually I seem to park within walking distance of the kerb.
At the end I drove home with my goodies, got the car beautifully reverse parked, had my supper, read and went to bed.
The tale of mistaken venue will be familiar to TBSITW.
Quite some years ago she and I were to meet daughter at a (named) garden centre. We got there and searched the place for her. Once again on that occasion she had gone to a garden centre of the same name but at a different location.
It just goes to show that assumptions can be dangerous……
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Did think it was funny to hear you in one store and daughter in a completely differetn one.. I could imagine the phone call between the two of you :-)
Glad you made it for lunch..
Where would we be without mobile phones? Thank you for yet another amusing story, which has me itching to tell you my own version.
Many many years ago, when being elderly seemed so far off I hadn't even thought of training for it, I was shopping with my husband in a large John Lewis department store spread over many floors. We both needed to go to the loo and in that particular store the Ladies and the Gents were on different floors. So we decided to go our separate ways and to meet up in the Electrical Department when we had done what we had to do.
When I'd finished in the Ladies I went down to the basement to wait amongst the vacuum cleaners and washing machines. I waited and waited and waited ... getting really quite worried about what might have happened to husband.
In the meantime he, having finished in the Gents, went to a different floor where they sold TV sets, radios and hifi (no computers in those days) - and waited and waited and waited. Eventually - after about 40 minutes - husband twigged that maybe there were two places which might be called the "Electrical Department" ... and came and found me.
Thank you both. It usually does end up being very funny and OBVIOUS when you think about it.
btw when husbands are concerned, the wife's point of view is ALWAYS correct...
My gosh, Elaine. I hereby certify you as a fully paid up member of the Old Codgers!
(To music)...'Come and join us, come and join us. Come and join our happy throng!'
I loved Elderly lady in training's tale! Doesn't it say a lot that the female of the species thinks of practical things like washing machines, and the male goes for the gadgets?
Elderly lady in training - the old Southampton store by any chance?
Elaine, that's exactly what I need, a personal shopper. It would be bliss.
gored bottom??!! what type of trousres require you to have a gored bottom, free bull included?
to d.
no response!
elaine and tbsitw - we shouldn't forget that if husband hadn't thought laterally I might still be standing there now!
Also, I wonder what the shop called the two departments - fortunately I don't know/ can no longer remember.
a. Not Southampton - Liverpool (George Henry Lee - does anyone remember it?)
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