How do you keep your big mouth shut?!

I had a call from my manager. Ring a 'Dr. Andrews' to make an appointment for a Personal Shop with him at a mutually suitable time. After making said arrangement, we agreed 1.30pm in the Grand Hall. I had an hour to look at his profile and select the brands l thought would suit his lifestyle, slender shape and pay check.

Age .. 40

Height .. 6'2

Waist .. 34 inches

Inside leg .. 34 inches

The gentleman desired smart jeans, wool sweater, jacket, shirts, shoes and a suit.

I collected a great deal of items from various parts of the menswear department, quickly hung them on a rail, and shoved 3 pairs of shoes in carrier bags, hooked on to the hangers in poly bags.

Up in the big lift, pushing the rail as effortlessly as is possible, open the fancy, purple brocade and chiffon drapes and finally lay out the outfits in readiness for Dr. Andrews to have fun choosing his new wardrobe.

One is never sure of the persons personality, so don't judge the profile, as it's usually way off track in the flesh, so to speak.

I dumped the shoe boxes, pins and tissue from the shirts, coat hangers, plastic bits an' bobs from inside collars and security tags in a wee cupboard nearby and locked the door of the suite. Rich pickings indeed.

10 minutes to go. Run to Ladies loo, wash hands, spray bit deodorant, quick bit lippy then out to cafe. I sign for a small bottle of wine, sparkling water and a cold Peroni. Grabbing the full, wobbling tray, l dump it on the table outside the PS suite and head down to meet the good Doctor. I hope he isn't already there at the designated spot. Not good to be late, Miss!

A gentleman is standing by the aftershaves, looking around him. The music is bit loud, as usual. Those young salesmen and their IPods ..

'Hello. Dr. Andrews? I'm Ally, Menswear Personal Shopper. Did you manage to find a parking space in amongst all the road works going on? Do come this way'.

I have a good look at him, and decide there and then exactly what would be best to try on first. We make our way through all the couples, teen boys, dads with sons and climb the stairs to the relatively peaceful shopping suite. Unlocking the door and sweeping back the drapes, we entered the large space, and l then collected the drinks, as it was going to be a few hours of selection. I do love my job ..

It turned out that this gentle, softly spoken, well dressed man was in fact a clinical psychologist! A trauma expert! Oh boy. How very fascinating. I would have to remain professional and keep my Accident Andy PTSD to myself. Or could l ..