I pondered what to get my granddaughter for Christmas. Then I remembered her admiring a jacket. We’d been out together and she’d seen it in Peacocks’ window. My only problem was affording it along with everything else my pension had to stretch to cover. Thankfully I’d made an early start on the Christmas shopping, buying a gift here and there.
I had a look in the shop next time I was in town. The jacket cost nearly forty pounds. So I started saving. I labelled a jar for the purpose. I stopped buying newspapers and magazines, and put the money I would have spent in the jar. Then I decided to stop buying cakes. I wanted to put every penny I could towards Lucy’s jacket.
Over the weeks the pounds mounted up. And to my delight I had lost half a stone in weight just through giving up cakes.
Ten days before Christmas I walked into the shop with my money in an envelope. I’d already been to the bank and had it changed into notes. But where was the jacket?
I asked one of the girls behind the counter.
‘Sorry, they’ve been discontinued. We’re getting the Spring range in now. But I could check round the other stores in this area if you like.’
She went to a lot of trouble, bless her, ringing round the stores, and to my amazement, finally locating one in the right colour and size.
‘We should have it by Friday,’ she said.
She was true to her word, and I returned home, gleefully clutching my purchase.
On Christmas Day I joined the family gathering at my son’s home. I couldn’t wait to give Lucy her gift.
‘Thanks, Nanna,’ she said, but I could tell she was just being polite.
‘I thought she’d love that jacket,’ I said to her mother later as we prepared tea. ‘She admired it in Peacocks’ window a couple of months ago.’
Hannah nodded ruefully. ‘Two months is a long time in teenage fashion, I’ve learned to my cost. In fact, I’ve known her to have a complete change of heart within a week.’
By Karenne Griffin
Last Modified on: 05-11-2015