LIGHT OF MY LIFE

Perhaps it is Seasonal Affective Disorder. Perhaps it is that. as I get older, my eyes get dimmer. I find it harder and harder to cope with the dull British winter. It's the lack of light. It depresses me no end, and it's a prime mover in wanting to do something about the house.

I don't really know how to light a room. I'd like to be taught. But I know when one is dull and dingy. To try and help a bit, I go to your store to buy a floor lamp. I go with that other light of my life, my daughter.

The lighting section isn't what I'd call extensive, especially for floor lamps. But there are a couple and I choose the Lambo. All well and good. The only observation I would make about the lighting section on this trip - apart from "get a bigger range" - is that it isn't ideal to have the display of floor lamps on the second or third shelf up. It makes it very difficult to see the height of the lamps.

My daughter says she's hungry, so we head to your cafe. There's also a catering stand outside the store, which to be honest seems a better bet, but we haven't yet checked out. The lady in the cafe is lovely with my daughter - very patient and affectionate. We are the only people in there, bar one. We remain the only people in there, apart from staff coming in for cups of tea etc.

There seems to be only a very limited range of foodstuffs on sale. In a bored moment I count them up: 25 on display. The place seems a bit irrelevant. I think to myself that surely there must be a better use for this square footage. What about, for example, replacing the cafes with in store toy shops specialising in construction toys. You'd have my daughter's rapt attention, and mine. It might even give me another reason to come, and would help solve the question on every parent's mind - how do I occupy the kids here.

As if in response, there is a very official tannoy announcement, asking parents to supervise and keep kids under control at all times!