I just went shopping for a couple of items, down the local shops. In normal drab mode.
Argos didn't have what I wanted went next door. Couldn't decide what I wanted in Boots (that's another story). missed the temptation of NewLook). So went into the next shop on a whim.
Shop looked dead quiet. Only one young male SA doodling in the middle of the shop. Well the shop is Brantano Shoes and I just couldn't resist having a browse.
went over and looked at the boots 'cos I need a pair (they do up to a UK 10, not much there I liked) so wandered down the back to the 'mens' (didn't want to buy any, just wanted to make my way to the Womans 'larger' sizes area) wandered accross to the Woman's and glanced along the 9's and 10's , one pair of courts with open toe and a 3 inch heel we marked down in the 'sale' couldn't see the price. So went in for a closer inspection. Only to hear 'hello XXX' and my next door neighbour and her 12 year old daughter were in the end of the next isle. I could have fallen through the floor. Couldn't do anything else except go over and say hellow.
She then asked the question, Are you looking for shoes and anything in particular. I said no just browsing. Thing is how many single men (divorced 15 years aged 58) go looking in the womens shoes department. I have no excuses.
I get on really well with my neighbours, but they no nothing of my CDing.
Will it be mentioned to my family members (son, daughter etc) when they see them.
He's training to be a vicar (he wears a black frock with a white collar) and is well involved in the local community.
If only I had taken my own advice, not to shop on my own doorstep.