Took Mini Moose out to Boots last night to help me buy a pressie for Mrs G's burfday today.
I'm totally clueless on wimmins things, on me own admission.

We, well MM actually, got what she considerd correct, and we then joined the check out que.
Whilst standing there, there was an almighty crash, and we were both hit by a mountain of crimbo crackers that had been stacked up next to the queing up aisle.
A wummans head appeared over the mounntain of debris, and she stated that she was only reaching out for a box of them.
Mini Moose and myself then very helpfully started to pick them all up, whilst everyone just looked on.
I finally stood up and asked where the wumman that caused the mayhem was?
Mini Moose gladly pointed her out...disappearing rapidly down the far end of the shop leaving us two with embarrased faces as the staff came sauntering over.
I ranted our innocence out most vociferously, but I'm not convinced they believed me. No bugger in the que supported my claims. Typical sheepie style, they all just looked away.
'Nowt to do with me chief.'
