Whilst waiting for my wife, who was trying on clothing in Barsley’s department store in Paddock Wood, I heard a little girl, about nine years old addressing her mother. The conversation proceeded thus: “Mummy, may I go and look at the swimming costumes?” “Yes, dear.” Little girl walked past me to view the items which were hanging on a rack on the wall. Not more than thirty seconds she was back, saying, “Mummy, there are no children’s sizes.”
“No, I know”. To which the little girl demanded of her mother, “Then why did you tell me to go and look at them?” I found this very amusing and told her Mother that I would have to add it here. “I didn’t tell her to go and look at them, did I?” said the lady. I confirmed that she had merely given permission and it was for this that she was being castigated.