An education.

Elsie arrives for her Friday afternoon shift at the shop. She pops into the workroom to pinch a couple of pieces of licorice.

"You know our Karen's taken up dogging for money since her little job at the deli went by the by? Well it's really taken off. since she put that card in the post office window...why are you looking at me like that? Have I said something out of turn?"

Caroline is sniggering into the dregs of her afternoon cuppa.

"I don't think your Karen is dogging Elsie. I think you mean dog walking."

"Well dogging and dog sitting. Same difference?"

"Not really Elsie." says Caroline taking a break from steaming the creases out of a pair of Per Una Linen trousers
"You see, dogging is exhibisionist sex and it happens after dark in that car park up the Wirral Way. I hope your Karen hasn't advertised herself as a dogger in the post office window. Especially if she's only charging £4 an hour..."

"Gosh. Is this a well known thing? I've never heard of it. I'm going downstairs to ask Edna..."

Later that afternoon as I rearrange bric a brac on the shop floor I over hear Edna telling Elsie about some of West Wirrals other dogging hotspots.