O. Not that one,’ said my wife, as I rifled through her dresses. ‘And not that one either,’ when I held a dark floaty number up against me in the mirror. ‘That’s a Zandra Rhodes I inherited from my aunt and she had a very small waist.’ She handed me a black-and-gold Middle Eastern gown with saucy slits up the sides. I
Joe, Queen of the Glen
May 22, 2024
2 minutes
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