Shattered, after going with DD to Trafford Centre Clarks shop for more shoes for 20 month old twin grandaughters. One had a tantrum and the other legged it to the end of the shop, collected several pairs of shoes that their children were trying on, wobbled round the store like a Formula One driver, then tried to run behind the payment counter. I did five circuits of the shop and became quite familiar with the other customers, whose new shoes I returned as we whizzed past. Meanwhile, 4 sales assistants managed to measure and fit the other one whilst she wriggled and yelled, curled up her toes and seethed. My DD and I left the shop, looked at each other, and sighed. I don't think anyone noticed! We'll go in when different staff are on next time! 