leggings is it true or not etc...

October is such a strange transistionary month, more edge to autumn.  I ran out of the house to fly to the shops with a mid wish for peace.  I'd been out in the city a few days before checking out the old house used by age.uk.  A most beautiful example - of almost a tiny indoor merchant's market.  The glass glazed and turned to perfection rendering the inner hall, the airautorium a private space. 

Today it was just shopping, and I toured the shops quickly half wishing to get the next bus home.  I missed it, and went back to the first shop, where to my surprise someone was spitefully assaulting the sales staff with questions.
"And did she wear a see through top?" cried the witch, picking out a notebook and writing it down, with a half eaten pen.  "It will have to be seen too.  I do all her shopping usually - we can't let her out alone."
The short man with her nodded.  He was grinning widely and flashing his well worn 'I went to a special skool' badge.  "Miserandy," he said softly, "Take it easy."

The shop assistant found her voice, "thats rubbish," she said, "You buy all the wrong sizes, and give it around.  If you have any money of hers thats not legal..."

Miserandy raised her head. and stuck out her bust - all striped up, and muttered, "Of course it's legal we look after her..."
"No you don't," said a man, "She pays for her stuff herself."                                                                                                                                                                      God help the old woman they' re out after.  Do they get extra for making people demented?

At this intervention the odd pair made for the door.  The car doors slammed up and down as they debated the amount of friction they'd felt in the store. 
"It's no good now," she worried aloud, "After what came out in the city about the church duke mistake and his pending apology, she is getting proof.  And how then can we get our hands on reparations?"

"Some would say you were mercenary, my love," he said wriggling his hips suggestively.   Of course they were on my bus.  Is it God help me?