
Enter said gormless assistant.
'Can you tell me where the clothes horses are please?' I politely asked.
'Huh?' Gormless replied, looking at me as though I was speaking Klingon, Venusian or, Saints preserve us, some other ridiculous outdated language like English
'You know' says me 'A clothes horse, one of those concertina contraptions for airing clothes indoors'
Gormless looked blankly for a few seconds before the light visibly switched on 'Oh you mean a clothes AIRER! We don't sell horses'
Is it just me?
