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It occurs to me that if anyone could come up with a mass-market custom bra-making/fitting service, they could make a fortune. Of course, if shops sold anything other than 34/36 B/C, it would help. I smiled winsomely at the fitting-room assistant. "Do you have anything less pole-dancer in style?"
In other news, we have lost the Ashes. If we had to lose badly I’m glad it was such a whitewash – it’s harder to make excuses. I note that it’s the first 5 – 0 result since 1920 – 1921. Then, of course, there was a good reason…
1920
Lord Peter Wimsey gritted his teeth.
“I say, d’you have to pull those bandages quite so tight?” The doctor grinned.
“Beginning to regret it? Attenbury’s emeralds not quite glinting green enough? Sorry, old chap, but if you will o’erleap a 6 foot wall in hot pursuit, you must take the consequences. To whit, one bad ankle – and the way you landed, you were lucky not to break it – and one bust metatarsal. That one is broken, I’m afraid.”
“Broken?” Wimsey, already looking rather ropey, turned a whiter shade of pale. “But I’m supposed to be on the boat to Australia next week! Can’t you set it or something? I’m batting at four.”
“Nothing doing, I’m afraid. You won’t be playing on this for six months – not if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life limping when it rains.”
“Hell!” Wimsey flung himself back in his chair and winced. The doctor tipped a powder into a glass and stirred it briskly.
“Now drink this, keep your foot up, and don’t try to do anything heroic for a couple of days. Honestly, Flim, don’t look so tragic. I’m sure England can hold on to the Ashes without you.”
In other news, we have lost the Ashes. If we had to lose badly I’m glad it was such a whitewash – it’s harder to make excuses. I note that it’s the first 5 – 0 result since 1920 – 1921. Then, of course, there was a good reason…
1920
Lord Peter Wimsey gritted his teeth.
“I say, d’you have to pull those bandages quite so tight?” The doctor grinned.
“Beginning to regret it? Attenbury’s emeralds not quite glinting green enough? Sorry, old chap, but if you will o’erleap a 6 foot wall in hot pursuit, you must take the consequences. To whit, one bad ankle – and the way you landed, you were lucky not to break it – and one bust metatarsal. That one is broken, I’m afraid.”
“Broken?” Wimsey, already looking rather ropey, turned a whiter shade of pale. “But I’m supposed to be on the boat to Australia next week! Can’t you set it or something? I’m batting at four.”
“Nothing doing, I’m afraid. You won’t be playing on this for six months – not if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life limping when it rains.”
“Hell!” Wimsey flung himself back in his chair and winced. The doctor tipped a powder into a glass and stirred it briskly.
“Now drink this, keep your foot up, and don’t try to do anything heroic for a couple of days. Honestly, Flim, don’t look so tragic. I’m sure England can hold on to the Ashes without you.”