Fuses . . .

Nearly blew a fuse myself this morning when working in the shop. An Italian child came in with sister, mother and father and wandered round with a biro, which she spent the time clicking on and off which was nerve wracking enough, far too many scribbling opportunities, but then when her mother told her she couldn't have a soft toy, she threw it on the floor and kicked it!

I was very calm and didn't respond other than a dark look and an "oh dear!" while mother put it back in the basket. Said child then went upstairs to the gallery with her father and proceeded to put red "sold" dots on a random selection of paintings . . . . which I didn't realise until another customer came down and told me!