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".

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