Choices, choices...well, I used to indecisive, but now I'm not sure.
Sorry, had to be done. I'm still indecisive (honestly, I really, really am...I think), so you can imagine my conundrum when entering a shop like Choices.
And it had a lot of them. Choices, that is. This is probably the best stocked gift shop I've ever come across in terms of variety. There was everything from Betty Boop initial mobile phone socks (yes, really), Fresh Cargo bags (they're the ones made out of old juice cartons), sausage dog draught excluders (my Grannie had one just like it)...the whole shebang.
The shop was mainly inhabited by little old ladies, with one such customer having great difficulty in deciding which jewellery she should go for. Does this match? How about this? One might say, she was indecisive...
Or there were too many Choices... read more