My week is almost at an end. We are in Brighouse again and looking at a storefront that originally was the local Woolworth store but a few years ago became the Yorkshire Discount Store (a.k.a. Woolworth's without the Pension Fund). In its' turn that is currently undergoing metamorphosis into something called Store Twenty One. Brighouse is in the heart of the British textile belt. Two hundred years ago cotton would be imported from places like India, transformed into textiles and then sold back to the Indians. There is something mildly appropriate about the fact that the new store is owned by an Indian company which specialises in selling Indian cotton goods to the British.
By next week Store Twenty One might have become something else (Store Twenty Two, perhaps) but hopefully I will not need to tell you about it. My current shopping odyssey is drawing to a close and the GLW is about to return to work : until May, at least, when she is due to retire. I don't suppose there is any chance that the Government might rapidly increase the retirement age?