WE went to Cardiff to collect Jacqui’s watch, which had been left with Watches of Switzerland for repair.
On the way home, we stopped at Marks & Spencer in Culverhouse Cross to “pick up a few bits and pieces” (plus four bottles of wine but that’s another story for this blog).
Anyway, I was minding my own business, and the shopping trolley, while Jacqui was looking at the women’s underwear (apparently it’s obligatory if you are shopping at M&S).
Suddenly she comes towards me with a black bra in her hands. “Feel this,” she says, thrusting a 36C cup for me to fondle.
One of those moments when a retired bloke isn’t exactly clear what’s expected of him.