Oh but hang on a minute, other way round here. I hate the sales, but DH expects me to help him buy a winter coat next week. Needs no help at all really. He knows what he wants, a replacement for what he has already, in a sort of glum workhouse grey. Three styles will look identical to the normal eye, but oh no, only one will do and they will only have it in black or navy. So we try another shop, and another, and I say You know you could and should have bought this coat in November... Now, if as we trudge between shops he is thought to be trailing after me it would be the last straw.
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