The need to pick up the
elder daughter from Newcastle Airport meant passing, on our return, Gateshead’s
gigantic Metro Centre on the first Saturday in December, but at only 10 am it
was not a chance to be missed for my wife and daughter (and a chance not to be
wasted for me to tick off an item from the things-I-don’t-want-to-do-before-Christmas-but-know-I-may-have-to
list); after breakfast in Starbuck’s awaiting shop opening time I left them to
it and spent my time in literary pursuits browsing books in Waterstones and
sitting on a comfy chair outside House of Fraser reading the morning paper –
what you could term being Metro-textual.
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