I know the gerls here love nothing more than a good bit of shopping. Men differ. I certainly do

I decided earlier to go to the BIG TOWN up the road to get some essential bits and pieces.
1. Lighting shop to replace broken shade on lamp (DIY related accident)
'What make is it?'
I show her the make and model number.
'We don't stock those any more.'
'Why?'
'We just don't. YOu will have to phone Leeds.'

2. Bookshop. Privately run by wimmin

Can't find what I want
'We don't stock those.'
'Why?'
'There is no demand.'
'But I am demanding it.'
'You must be unusual.'

3. Go to Post Office. It's gone

'Where has the PO gone?'
'It's in Thornton's the chocolate shop.'

'The PO is in a sweet shop??!'
'Yes, why not?'
'Do they have a train set?' (OK, I didn't actually ask that, but it would not have seemed out of place)
4. Some veg
I realise that this town has:
6 charity shops
4 coffee shops
6 wine shops
3 Hi-Fi shops
4 chemists
2 travel agents
9 restaurants
AND NOWHERE TO BUY ANY FECKING FOOD

2 hours later I return home with 2 stamps
