The first weekend of December and the sack race is on, the one to fill as many Santa sacks as you can before teetering into bankruptcy. Me and Mrs P headed for Stockport early doors, or 11am as it is on a Sunday. It would normally be Mrs P and her personal shopper, Miss P, but as the latter is having a whale of in Sheffield, I had to play Trinny to Mrs P’s Susannah. Or should that be the other way round.
























