on his behalf he was right to be pissed off as i had been dragging him round looking for wedding outfit for saturday got my dress and popped into "one more shop" to grab a cardi to throw over it on way back to car park it matched beautifully but i needed my size. said excuse me to pinched faced 50 something full made up lady. who ignored me said it again and followed her line of vision to my son who was throwing head back into pushchair and shouting she had a look on her face of utter contempt i said in my poshest voice ohe hates being in here seems you have the same opinon. No she replyed this is not the place for children at which i snapped oh get over your fucking self luv your a shop assistant and strode out. but that bloody cardi matched perfectly do you think i should go back in like a twat and get it or just live the rest of my life knowing my dress could have had a matching cadi (if it helps to decide may i add it had lovely beadind round edges too )