Frustration at his luscious locks (HA) led Adam to cajole Douse into taking us to the barbers. The fear on his face when he was actually in the chair was amusing, though surprisingly the shortness doesn't look too bad. We ventured into a Bundle shop after that, or a Japanese second hand clothing store, which Adam found great delight in. I, having no money and no interest in the clothing, grew bored and ended up wandering into the carpet store next to the barbers, the bright colours attracting me like a moth to a flame.

And so, this interesting conversation happened.
'Ah, come in, come in, no need for you to take your shoes off, come, come.' The manager, I realised upon a closer glance, had wandered into the barbers and stolen a hairbrush earlier. He'd already received the customary smile that being here recommends. 'You sure? I don't mind...' my voice trailed off, as he continued to wave his hand, standing up to do perform the classic, but ever so annoying, seller trick.
Not wanting to appear as though I wasn't going to buy anything (though I wasn't), I chanced upon the first carpet/rug I could see and began to stroke it, feeling the softness. 'That is a prayer mat.' He said. 'For Muslims.'
Ah. Not quite what I was going for. As it is, he didn't appear interested in selling to me, instead asking me where I was from: 'England! Such a lovely place, wonderful, wonderful.' At that moment, George passed by, having disappeared towards the knife shop earlier. In a fit of enthusiasm (as in having something else to say), I mentioned that he was also from England. Perhaps he heard me, perhaps he didn't, but he double backed and walked into the shop, leaving me sighing with relief - perhaps now the awkwardness would fade.
'So this is your...'
'My friend, we're work

'And the other one?' The managed glanced over towards the Bundle shop, though Adam was nowhere in sight.
'He's another friend, part of the volunteer group we're with.'
'So they are not your husbands?'
Er, what? Suffice to say, the conversation grew steadily stranger, him apparently believing George was 25, refused to tell us what he thought my age was (his answer was 'young' though I don't know how that translates to 'being married') and then forcing us to guess what his age was (we still don't know), before telling us the ages of his sons and showing us pictures.
Eventually we escaped, heading off to another Bundle store which Douse claimed to be of more interest. The only thing I can say about that trip, is that by the end of it, Geordam - who had set themselves a quest to find the ugliest clothes, and then actually bought them - now own mechanics outfits. And by mechanics outfits, I mean the kind that you would expect gay porn stars to wear.
Anyway, while aerobics was fun-filled and amusing all round (it actually was, I'm not being sarcastic there), I feel I have thrown enough at you already, so shall depart to contend with the ant infestation in the bathroom. Wish me luck!
Emily