Hold on. It’s still term-time. Yet as I sat in Top Shop last week waiting for Haron to try on a small selection of trendy garments (think, enough to clothe a small village), I must have been passed by several dozen young ladies who should instead have been sat in demure uniforms at traditional wooden desks, pencils sharpened, listening intently to the pearls of wisdom being passed down by their teachers.
Sadly, the shop assistants went about their business as if oblivious to the disciplinary crisis unfolding before their very eyes.
I was minded to take a roll call; pass on names to the appropriate Headmasterial authorities. But if the store would like to adopt a more immediate solution, in the interests of restoring its reputation, I’d be happy to wander the floors on their behalf, wielding a cane or tawse.
Ah! So that’s what men are thinking as they sit there waiting for their girl to appear in yet another outfit. They often have that faraway look but I had no idea they were thinking about wielding a cane!!
Not that I’m trying to ruin the fantasy, but GCSE’s and A-levels have just finished.. No more school after your last exam, lucky things.