Retail therapy … The words say it all. It’s good for the soul. It uplifts the spirits and puts a smile on the dial. If I float past you with a look of intense concentration, it’s because I am in a transcendental state not unlike that experienced during meditation, and have reached the higher plateaus of pleasure. But just because you can’t see a glimpse of beatification, it doesn’t mean that I’m not experiencing the peace of Buddha. Shopping is a breath of fresh air – which is in reality recycled and probably host to a weath of germs – and the high lasts for about as long as it takes you to get home and walk through the back door. You realise then that you hadn’t put away the dishes that are stacked temple-tall, that you forgot to take the washing out of the machine and hang it on the line, and that it’s freshness has succumbed to the tropics and has become a breeding ground for unpleasant smelling mould. Just when you think you might in fact salvage the tranquil heights of retail land and share the delights of your day with your spouse, you pause, waiting for him to ask for the ubiquitous ‘fashion parade’. And doesn’t every girl relish this? But no, instead it goes like this, ‘how much did that cost? Haven’t you got one of those?’ And you realise that there is no catwalk, not today, because the man of the house has had to make his meagre lunch out of the sad offerings the fridge had to offer, and you were not around to help him prepare that sandwich that is all the more special when you are there to make it for him. ‘Where’s the shopping?’ he asks, bringing you back to reality as he comes back empty- handed from the car wearing a perplexed look like a badly laundered work shirt. ‘Did you get everything on the list?’ What list? You cast your eyes around. One glance at the couture creation lying on the bed like some dirty mistress and you feel more inclined to shove it to the back of the closet along with your guilty conscience with every passing second. And that’s when you realise that there was something you forgot. The shopping list … Yes, retail therapy is good way to empty the mind of all stress. It’s just a pity that it temporarily plays up with the memory. Mine, at least.