I would like to thank the genius who put a letterbox inside the enormous changing cubicle of the branch of Charles Tyrwhitt where we found ourselves on Sunday.
Because when you've forgotten to pick up your hubby's suit from the dry cleaners, such things matter. Especially when he has a Monday morning flight that leaves at 6.20am for a trip that involves Madrid, Brussels and Milan where he will be required to do much suit wearing. And doubly so, when the endless business trips (don't get me started) and associated wining and dining have caused him to most definitely grow out of the waistbands of his other suits, necessitating an emergency shopping trip. Accompanied by the two worst tempered clothes shoppers ever created, such things are a lifesaver.
Thank you Mr Charles Tyrwhitt - I'm sure none of your business plans included flowcharts of our precise chain of events, but the bright spark who designed that fitting room deserves an instant bonus. And is it okay if I pick the kids up at the weekend?