Yesterday I went to the nearest city for a determined attack on the shops to find an outfit for my son’s wedding this summer.
Too plungey at the front.
Much too plungey at the back.
IS THAT THE PRICE??!
Then I saw a simple black skirt, with a pale pink lacy top, and a dressy biker jacket.
I looked at it. I walked away.
I went back, and checked the price.
I found my sizes.
I took them off the rails.
I looked round for a changing room.
Then I thought … biker jacket? For groom’s mother … ???
I put them back.
And informed son that he had had a narrow escape.
He pointed out that no, I was the one who had had the narrow escape. Because his ushers would also be bouncers.
Ho hum. Back to the changing room …