On the way back from visiting my Dad I stopped in at Sainsbury's, to fulfill the LSH's shopping list. On the end of an aisle were 6 angel headbands for 50p each. With a nativity to perform at the Royal Albert Hall that seemed like a bargain. I picked them up and wandered around the store in a bit of a daze. I hadn't got a basket because you don't need one for bread, butter and an elasticated bandage. Absentmindedly checking out the Christmas decorations a woman caught my eye and smiled.
"Teacher?" she asked.
"Er, yes, I suppose I am," I replied wedging the butter more firmly under my arm pit.
She nodded, wisely and said, "Yes, I can tell."
I checked my hair. No pencils wedged in my pony tail. I glanced down to check my trousers for small handprints. Nothing.
She nodded towards my hand.
I couldn't disagree.
"I don't suppose you even know if you need them but you can't pass up a bargain like that near Christmas when there are nativities to do."
They are nice angel headbands, though.
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