London Show and Dublin Shop
The metal detector went off. One's shoes were the culprit which was tested and proved by going through the machine thingy again in One's hand knitted socks alone, the shoes checked for weapons of mass destruction in a separate detection thingy.
But apparently frisking is obligatory if bells and whistles are heard.
One objected loudly and swore profusely and threatened to write to the Queen (of England that is) but it all did little sept to entertain the great unwashed waiting in endless queues for their own random chance of humiliation.
Perhaps One should have said FECK instead but One hadn't even left Heathrow yet.
This is Knit, Jacqui on the right and Dixie on the left.
It was exTREEMley easy to spend heaps of money thank you Gels with a hard g and withOUT a uniform.
Visiting a beautiful wool shop is a joyful adventure.
So one sat down for tea and cake.
One does love Dublin.