Wednesday afternoon was a bit of a treat for me.
Not only had I just finished the day job for Christmas ... and not only was I trying on a nice pink jumper ... I was also listening in to an amazing conversation happening across the changing room ...
Young woman 1 to Young woman 3: No, I met him when I was shopping the other day ... I just thought she'd like him.
[Turns out that 'she' was Young woman 2.]
Young woman 2 [unconvinced]: You said he was an idiot.
Young woman 1: Yeah ... but ... a nice idiot. I just thought you'd like him.
Young woman 2 [although I couldn't see her face I could tell by her voice that there was some heavy-duty eye-rolling going on]: Yeah, well ... if I ever find myself shopping at midnight and I'm bored then ...
Young woman 1 [with one final, beautiful, attempt to match-make]: You both carry wet wipes in your bag ...
And, my friends, I'm afraid we'll never know if this masterstroke of persuasion won Young Woman 1 over because, by this point I'd finished trying my jumper on and left the changing room [not before getting my diary out and writing it all down of course!]
'See' you soon.
[Oh and in case you're wondering yes, the jumper fit. I bought it. Looks nice, thanks.]