I was prepared for the whining and bitching. What I didn’t predict was that he would escape from the changing room and make a dash for the street, and I would have to run into the middle of Helmut Lang in non-matching underwear, shouting, ‘Stop that child!!’
He also accepted an offer of water from the sales assistant, and proceeded to pour it over their expensive polished floor. Her smiles, previously so warm, became very rigid indeed.