‘You certainly gave us a run for our money,’ said the village elder, serving us with what appeared to be the official goodbye statement.
I was sick of that old navy dressing gown myself. Shortly afterwards I got him a new one from Sainsbury’s
The builder boyfriend was flabbergasted. He had been walking across the green with the spaniels when this gentleman, a leading light in the community, came towards him. He braced for impact because the last time they engaged outside the house it had not gone well. The builder b had, on that occasion, been wearing his old navy-blue towelling dressing gown and was putting out the bins. No doubt I shouted at him to go and do it when I heard the beeping of the reversing garbage trucks.
Poor BB was just doing as he was told when this pillar of committeedom walked past with his wife and dog and unceremoniously informed him that he looked like a tramp.
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