Lost in Translation.....Part II
I'm the lucky owner of a proper spare bedroom. This has never happened to be before. Normally guests get shoved into the study on a sofabed or if its a visitation from the parents we go into the study while they get our bed!!! Anyway new house has enough room for us to have a proper spare bedroom. Feeling all grown up ( I should do I'm nearly 40) I pootled off to the big city lights of central Wellington insearch of new bedlinen for said spare room. I find a department store and after a session sticking fingers in pots and smearing on lotions and potions at the beauty counter I start looking for linens/ towels etc etc. I can't see them on the floor I'm on so go and look at the information board. I'm looking up and down and I just can't see bed linen there. I can see furniture, lighting etc etc. I'm just about to give up when I see "Manchester" on the information board. I start thinking its a visitation from the cast of Coronation Street (cult viewing in NZ) when the old brain clicks into action and I match the word "Manchester" with bed linens etc. Manchester = cotton mills, weaving etc. Off I head to "Manchester" and there I find my new bedlinen.
Get back home to Kiwi other half and he informs me that yes all over NZ linen departments are labelled "Manchester". Cute, quaint and a nod back to the "mother country" as some older Kiwi's still call old Blighty.
By the way if you do ever come and visit me I hope you like the spare room complete with new "manchester".
Get back home to Kiwi other half and he informs me that yes all over NZ linen departments are labelled "Manchester". Cute, quaint and a nod back to the "mother country" as some older Kiwi's still call old Blighty.
By the way if you do ever come and visit me I hope you like the spare room complete with new "manchester".
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