I was dragged round the shops one day to help choose her wedding outfit. That diagram about female shopping that someone posted recently eapplies. We ended up in Sloane Street. I was so pissed off that I went outside the shop and stopped a Sloaney Lady passer by and asked her to arbitrate.
To my amazement she produced a packet of pins from her wicker basket, got down on her knees and began making alterations.
I left!