The angel of the north

I am so patient.
Today was my second day of hanging around in shops waiting for women to make up their minds. I just don't understand the indecision.
In one shop Jan looked at a pair of shoes, went back and picked them up again and was obviously trying to find the size.
After standing there watching for a while, I said, 'Just ask an assistant to bring you the size you need.'
Her reply, to which I'm still scratching my head was, ' I might not want to try them on.'
'Why do you need the right size then?' was my far too simplistic reply.
Anyway, we have a family wedding coming up at the end of May and I got involved in booking tickets for aged relatives coming from Italy. What a palaver. What with phone calls between Cheshire, Italy and on-line booking with EasyJet, including a change of return date after the initial booking had been confirmed, the whole process took from 11.00 am until 14.30.
If John Paul can do it quickly then I should be a breeze.