Today hubs and I took back seven towels we had bought three weeks ago to the shop from whence they’d come.

They were Ultimates, thick and soft, 100% cotton, made in England.

We washed them and they shrunk so the bath towel became a large hand towel.

They did not absorb water, in fact Hubs remarked,

“Have they been treated with some kind of water repellent?”

I needed to clean the bathroom daily because of the shedding.  We washed them several times to see if they could be tamed.

Hubs could no longer wear his contacts, bits of fluff kept working thir microscopic way into his eye and causing the lense to kick up a fuss and chaff.

We made an initial visit to the store just to see if we stood a chance at taking them back.  I had thrown the receipts and tags away, whoever heard of taking towels back…after three weeks?

We said we had a debit card bill to show proof of purchase. She behaved as if this was not the first complaint,

“Bring them back with your statement, we’ll exchange them,” she said with a smile.

We went back today and she credited the money to our long suffering account.

We went back to the towel department but the Ultimates dominated the display area with their glorious range of colours; they ruined our choices.  Nothing else came close.  We left.

“One of the buyers has made a very expensive mistake,”  I remarked to no-one in particular, or it could have been Hubs.

We are now the proud owners of bath sheets and hand towels, bought at a little shop with taste.  They are not so thick or fluffy but absorb water as they should and are plenty big enough to wrap around me ten times, at least.

Thick and fluffy isn’t all one feels for in a towel.