Chapter 14
“Gran, we bought loads of decorations last year,” I told the determined pensioner as she fought her way through the other shoppers at the outdoor Christmas market.
Gran had “invited” Mark and me to do some Christmas shopping with her. As there was no way to ever refuse her invitations, the first weekend in December had seen us driving over to Leeds.
“You might see something you like.”
I doubted it, but Gran was on a mission, and there was no convincing her otherwise.
“Reminds me of when Mary took us shopping last year,” Mark said, trying to keep Gran in sight. It would be all too easy to get separated in the crush of bodies.
“Tell me about it,” I said, narrowly missing being run over by a fleet of pushchairs being driven in Panzer formation between two stalls, barely allow
