Christmas shopping - II

DH is taking the day off work tomorrow. That’s about as common as waking up to find snow in the desert.

“I’m taking you to choose your Christmas present,” he said tonight, just as I was about to go to bed. I wanted to know which mall we would be visiting – logistics of school pick-ups and all that.

“Dubai Mall,” he said in a voice that intended it to be the end of the conversation. Of course, being a woman, I need to know more. I begged for a clue.

“The shop begins with ‘h’ and ends with ‘s’,” he said. Harvey Nicks? I thought. Not in Dubai Mall. I was stumped. I needed another clue.

“Okay,” he said. “The first syllable is a type of meat.”

Running through all the meats I could think of, I came up with horse, ham and hamburger.

“What noise does the ‘meat’ make before you eat it?” I asked.

“Oink,” he said.

I suggested “Hamas” as a version of local jeweller Damas, but DH just laughed, and then I finally twigged he meant Hamleys. HAMLEYS?

“Just kidding,” he said. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

I hope the present’s as good as the build-up.

Oh spare me: please, not Hamleys

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