Scrumming round the sales

I've been scrumming around the sales with my daughter this week. The shops aren't my usual stomping ground so it was rather enlightening to see fifty women rifling through two rails of glitzy and summery garments in one large fashion superstore. Even my daughter, a hardened consumer, gave up after ten minutes. As we sat down to refuel at a local cafe overlooking the high street I noticed how the number of bewildered looking men equalled the number of women with a faraway look in their eye, the same look my Ex used to get when she was planning something untoward. Not that all women shoppers are evil but they do look pensive. Like the woman who stamped on my foot and then glared at me for simply standing by the mirror, heaven forfend! No sale shopping isn't for me however I am delighted by the day-glo gym wear I managed to pick up. I'm sure I'll cut quite a dash at my gym induction this week.