
After my usual jacket potato, I ambled into Boots and bought various things, then dropped into Body Shop for deodorant and shave balm. The minion showed me some sort of vanity case, and said, "If you spend £25, you can take this case home for your wife." I laughed and said, "I'm sure my husband would have no use for it." She was Middle European and her English skills did not extend to a man having a husband, so I had to repeat it.
When my bill came to £24, she asked me again if I wanted to spend just one pound more. I declined and got out of there without a vanity case.
I have often complained before that people ask me for directions willy-nilly. However, today I understood why the lady stopped me and asked directions to Boots: I was carrying a Boots bag. Luckily it was easy to direct her.
The office is nearly deserted today as most of my confreres and consoeurs are off at a "bonding" week up in Peterborough. I have evening meetings on Tuesday and Thursday, so I cried off and am glad I did. Those events are dreadful, involving as they do falling backwards with your eyes closed and hoping that your workmates will catch you. Five days of this!! They will all return to work manic on Monday. At least, they'll be more manic than usual.