It was a typical English Easter weekend, typically changeable weather and children typically bored at the end of two weeks school holiday. So, what to do? Well, we were running out of ideas, which might explain how we ended up in a long line of equally dispirited families, waiting to pay for things we did not really want at the local garden centre. I know, I know, but we were desperate people!
I was trying to ignore the gently increasing hubbub around me, from children who wanted to be anywhere else but here, my thoughts turned to the owners of the business. “They must be laughing all the way to the bank” I mused, looking around at the queues of people. Not a very original thought, but it was the end of a four day weekend and my mind was definitely in neutral. But, were they?