My friend S. dropped in for a cup of tea today on her way home from shopping in Truro, where she'd bought a dress for her birthday do tonight.
S: They didn't have a size 8*, so I had to get a size 6**.
ME: Bloody hell. Does it fit?
S: Just about. Bit of a squeeze to get the last bit of the zip done up, but I think it'll be OK.
S. is eight months pregnant.
* US size 6
** US size 4
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Is this blog going to be about fashion now?
I will so look forward to future posts.
wv= rench, which seems somehow appropriate.
I expect she bought it to celebrate the Feast of the Immaculate Conception on Tuesday (8th). I'm surprised this wasn't the first thing that sprang to Dave's mind.
When I saw the title of this post I thought, based on James Bluecat's recent tweets, that it was about the Blue Kitten's emergent teeth.
Glad to find out that her teeth aren't purple and hope that teething isn't proving TOO uncomfortable for her.
I'm sorry but that's just unnatural. Your friend S. is clearly an alien who is gestating her young in a pod in the greenhouse rather than carry it around with her.
I demand you report her to those people who investigate UFO sightings immediately. Oh bugger, they've closed down haven't they? Well, the Daily Star then...
Happy New Year.
I won't specify which year, in case you forget to blog again in the next 12 months.
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