The spoon lady

Cath woke up on Sunday with a strong urge to see last arrivals in the cookery sector of John Lewis. So, she got out of her home in a rush and went straight to the city centre. It was a sunny and warm day. While she was passing over Bute Street her attention was grabbed by a graffiti wall. She stopped and stared at the graffiti: “I would like to draw a big, yellow hearth,” she thought. But there was no time to do that. She turned back forgetting his heart there. Later on she came across a Greek church. She stopped in front of it and she longed for converting herself to orthodoxy. But she realised she could make that decision after John Lewis. Once arrived in John Lewis she felt relief. The people who work there are so kind and smiling. You would ask to buy them and take them to your home, so far as they are nice. “May I buy you?” Cath asked to a young man of the staff. “No, I am sorry,” he sweetly answered. At least she could buy spoons. New, shining, marvellous John Lewis last collection spoons.