Jennie's true vocation. A subject she devotes herself to relentlessly. Not for her the mundane shopping world of necessities such as food, but the higher plane of shopping existence known only to the teenage
female. If it involves glitter, colour or fabrics, Jennie will be there.

Jennie's communication skills developed late in life, she did not cry at her own birth, but instead gave me a mildly disapproving look.  Her first word was a passable attempt at polystyrene.
Over the years however she has made startling progress and now can talk incessantly about nothing for hours at a time, without it seems, taking a breath at all! I am informed by people more learned than I, that the latter is a result of the invention of the telephone.

Always a popular girl, Jennie never had any trouble making new friends. With an opening phrase of "Do you want to come shopping with me?"  or "What's your number I'll give you a call." she soon had a friends and contacts list slightly larger than our local phone book.  This resulted in a phone bill  slightly larger than  our national debt.
With the addition to her friends of the sub-species "boys" , daddy is investigating the plus side of hair-loss.

This is something that until recently, Jennie had only heard about. Usually as a means for her father to obtain money so that she could phone her friends to make arrangements to go shopping.