Unfortunately for me, as we walked passed Ann Summers, I spotted a pair of knickers in the window that I had been coveting and were now on sale for £6. So I veered off and my mother followed me. Now, my mother knows about the whole spanking thing, but as I walked over to the frilly knickers she gave me the most indescribable look. At which point I told her in no uncertain terms to go to the card shop (our destination before the detour) where I would join her in a minute. Note to self, never take your mother into Ann Summers.
Can't think what her problem was with these knickers, really!
Edit: I should add for my non UK readers that Ann Summers is a UK store selling lingerie and sex toys. And is often more famous for the latter than the former... this is one of the main reasons why going there with your mother is a bit weird ;-)