and things I never thought I’d buy.
In Tescos tonight, the elderly checkout lady peered at my receipt. “I’m not being cheeky,” she said, “it’s just I wondered how much Furbys cost nowadays. I’ve got one, never been out of the box.”
“They’re on sale,” I said, “reduced from £30”.
“Oh. My son bought me one, when my husband died. He wasn’t very old. I’ve never taken it out of the box.”
An odd image, of a little boy spending his pocket money on something to cheer his mother up. I think it’s worked, though perhaps not quite in the way he hoped.
I’m not sure whether this furby will make it out of the box. I went looking for something for Big to play with, and rang Tim from the shopping aisle to discuss. We both hate furbys with a vengeance – memory of a very long journey back from North Wales with one in the car, bleating to itself everytime a corner woke it up again. But I wanted to buy her something that I knew she would like, and the furby, of the choices I had available, seemed the best bet.
I suspect Tim is going shopping tomorrow – if he comes up with something better, I’ve kept the receipt. Although there’s a temptation to just keep it in the box…
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