took me out shopping yesterday to buy me a birthday present in Brown Thomas' in Dublin. Anyhow her daughter was playing up something rotten, so I took her to the customer service desk, sat her up on it and demanded from the woman at the desk that I be allowed to return the offending item.
"There were no instructions, and she's not doing what she's supposed to. I want a refund, or else can you get me one that is not broken?", I quipped. The tart behind the desk said she'd check the paperwork, and popped into the back room. By the time she returned, the offending article was promising vigourously to behave in future. Bottom line is, the kids gone mute since and I got the shoulder in bed last night. Thoughts?