Last night it was a bit frosty at home, and it was because of the charity shop.
Yesterday was the first time I'd been in for three weeks, after hurting my knee and being on holiday, so there had been some changes that I obviously didn't know about. One of which was the vintage rail. Sounds harmless enough doesn't it?
The manager had four items made from fur.
She told me they were there before I saw them, as she suspected I wouldn't be impressed, "but, you know, money".
Then someone bought one of them, the rabbit one (of course), there was no-one else around so I had to serve the customer myself. I told Dan and he was furious and hardly spoke to me for the rest of the night. Things are a little more friendly here this morning but I think it will be a while before both I and the shop are back in his good books.
When I was a charity shop manager I was told we just were not allowed to sell fur at all, no matter what. But that was over ten years ago and attitudes have changed, people come in on a not infrequent basis asking if we have any, it's an interesting change of mindset.