Margo is tiny now. We have to look in the "Petite" section where the choice is not vast. Sales girls try sweetly to help, and Margo says "that's a little old, dear" when they show her the latest in Retirement Cardigan and Jersey Twinsets. Margo takes off toward "Jaeger", swinging her stick rebelliously.
"I don't need it, you know."
"But it would be great for tripping people up if they get in your way, Margo."
"So it would!" she agrees, doing a few practice jabs.
After hours of shopping, and a lunch break in the Beales Restaurant, Margo finally had two really lovely tops which fit, are beautifully soft (one cashmere I think) and require new BLACK undergarments, because her vest showed slightly with one of them and it would be fine if the vest were black and lacy. The lingerie department had nothing suitable, so Mum and I will see what we can find in Marks and Spencer.
We returned home and Mum and I collapsed exhausted in a heap. Margo had a brief nap and a neighbour around for tea.
The Cardiac Nurse is coming around on Thursday, to check Margo's progress. The authorities expect that the old lady would be unfit to travel to the hospital for her checkup. HA!