“Is this your car, Madam?” She was not the nice, sexy, policewoman I had met two weeks ago.
I went shopping today with my husband. I hate shopping with him, I always feel that I have to hurry. I like to take my time, make a day of it, scour the clothes rails, look at jewellery, have a leisurely coffee. I can’t do that when I am with him because he hates ‘women’s’ shops, as he calls them, and prefers to wait outside. Today was different, though. Something unexpected happened. ...Read On