Just the opportunity to wear my new clothes, perfect for the back of a bike. Though Mrs Brown didn’t think so. As I came downstairs in my new jeans she looked at me and asked, ‘Is that considered decent in America, then?’ Mr Brown laughed. ‘Of course it is,’ he said. ‘Those are cowboy trousers. T...
It looked particularly fetching with my pyjamas as I made my first pot of coffee of the day, my hair like a scarecrow’s and my mascara giving me panda eyes. But, even through the slightly fuzzy thinking after too much wine the night before, one thing was clear. I couldn’t keep it. I just couldn’t...