"You wouldn't send a starving soldier to do battle for you";
that and other failed analogies got hurled down the stairs
in the great food war of this Wednesday, which I have lost,
again.
So she's off, carrying ideas of being a 'charity photographer'
and more pressing concerns about high waisted black pencil skirts
out of season; I think to write a questionnaire and offer New Look vouchers
so that we can stay in touch. How to cope with teenagers? shop.
and look out for over enthusiastic male cashiers in Primark who wink
at thirteen year olds and battle out the old trust versus cynicism
in your own private forgotten world of what it was to be young
and shopping....
All on one slice of Warburtons and Flora gone cold.
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