Stuff

Jenny slides into the seat of her wheels. I clutch the handles of mine...the automatic doors spring open and like a snake slithering warily across the floor we exit into the unknown...

Ping! 

The lift doors open and the cool air wafts around our smiling faces. Take a sharp left I call out to Jenny who by this stage has found the forward lever and liking its feel, zooms off ahead!

Wait for meeeeeee echoes in the vastness of the mall.

She's a learner I say to a lady who generously steps out of the way to protect her toes from not one but two sets of wheels. Look at these trousers I squeal as Jenny stops with me right in the middle of the aisle. We create a wide roadblock and titter as other shoppers are forced to walk back the other way to get to the rails...

With our wheels piled high with three pairs of trousers, a skirt and top we skid towards the sign saying Pay Here. Jenny safely attempts a 12 point turn to swing around a tight corner to the till but I get stuck behind her, my wheels are too wide. I decide on a two wheel approach and force my way through sidewards... we leave bewildered shoppers scattered behind us as we pay. The grinning saleswoman says it's far too tight there isn't it, it's always the same shops rarely think about us wobbly ones getting in and out I reply.

Back out on the track, our transport stacked with bags, we move from shop to shop. We have booked our taxi home as we know we only have a maximum of two hours fuel on board! We buy a take away lunch to eat at home and trundle slowly back towards the exit. Head for the lift at the end I call to Jenny who yet again is whizzing ahead of me. I push my wheels faster trying to keep up. 

Oh no we cry at the sight of a big yellow OUT OF ORDER sign swinging in front of the lift door. What now Jenny mutters.

Straight ahead, the only way is forward, through John Lewis we can use their lifts...

The sound of metal on metal makes everyone crammed into the lift jump as Jenny squeezes her forward lever thinking it's the brake...

..but there is no brake you just have to stop squeezing... an easy mistake I remind her as we exit laughing.

Our taxi is waiting with his doors and boot open ready for us to fill with our stuff - my word for the week. I love saying stuff I keep telling Jenny as we slide wearily into the seats with grins smeared across our faces...