<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I nod enthusiastically.<br/><br/>"Oh yes, it can be like that. Have you any idea what five sets of boots and shoes each weigh? And they're so difficult to carry for the two of us!"<br/><br/>"And that's before we get on to the important job of standing around looking slightly awkward while Miss J schools me in what is this year's chic colour of make-up, and what is the hot perfume. And then there is the actual clothes shopping, hanging around outside the ladies changing rooms."<br/><br/>I pause as if thinking of the next issue that might come up. I'm not sure at the moment if the intention is to make the Warcaofs back away in terror, or whether one or other will insist on being our 'protection'.