Yesterday in Selfridges I saw a pair of rich widows coming from the champagne bar.
Both incredibly old, they held onto one another. Weighed down by their massive fur coats and big hair, it was hard to tell if one was supporting the other, as they both seemed to depend on the other to walk.
They didn't seem like they had direction, but their inner ruby and emerald-powered radar would probably guide them to the right place wherever they needed to be, champagne bar, diamond shop, big hair salon, Chanel concession, etc.
Sorry for me crap Paint skillz.
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I have a magnet embedded in my elbow which does a similar thing.
I wish I could draw the man I've seen sailing past Selfridges in his mobility scooter - he's got a mane of white hair and wears an enormous brown fur coat. He looks like an ancient king, who should be carried on a litter or sedan chair.