Women and shopping

Men don't understand this (although I have to say that B makes an excellent shopping companion, which isn't quite the same thing. A young grandson asked me the other day, what was it with women and shopping? And I tried to explain:

"We'll, you start off just looking into shops, and then you buy something quite small (probably), and then you go and have coffee. Over coffee, you get our purchase out and admire it (your companion does the same. It's essential to have a companion). Then you go back to the first shop, just to make sure that top/milk jug/bath mat* isn't what you wanted in the first place, and you go to another shop and try something on (if you're lucky, you'll both fit into the same changing room). And then you go and have some lunch...."

Sadly, by the time we got to lunch, grandson had totally glazed over, and I gave up.

I did the shopping thing with my daughter yesterday. We've done it for her birthday ever since she was about 12, and she's now....well, not 12 any more (we did miss out the year she had just had triplets). And we bought the sunglasses I was going to give her, and I tried on some silly blue ones, and we both laughed a lot (if you're still with me, you're almost certainly a woman), and I bought fifteen pairs of knickers.

"I'm going to throw all my old ones away," I told the assistant. She was not at all amused, but I was very excited.

A lovely day. But I shan't be telling my grandson about it. He wouldn't understand.

*still thinking about bath mats ( see bath mat post).