The young chap over the road had to go into hospital for a minor surgical procedure this afternoon, so Mrs. Beard volunteered to take him down there and then pick him up afterwards.
"Why don't you come as well?" She said to me, "Then we can get some lunch." Seemed like a good idea to me.
We dropped the neighbour off at hospital and ended up at the Trafford Centre. Mrs. Beard said she was just looking for a skirt. She knew exactly what she wanted so it wouldn't take long. It should have clicked really, that if she knew just what she wanted, then almost everything in the shops wasn't what she wanted.
Debenhams, Selfridges, Quote and about nine other shops. Eventually we found New Look and (almost) exactly what she wanted. Thank God for that. Unfortunately, we happened to stop in at Marks & Spencer and.....guess what, yes she found a skirt that was even more "exactly what she wanted".
As we tried to make our way back to the M60 in standing traffic, it occurred to me that I'd rather have swapped places with Alan our neighbour and let him go shopping with the wife and I'd have had the surgical procedure.
But then again, he was having a circumcision, so maybe not...............