With the lovelorn's eternal hope of a liaison dangereuse Winifred postponed l'heure exquisée by a good hour and a half. But now, embowered as ever but hearing things, she wonders, in case she is called to Walk a Walk this evening, should she pace herself on the, er, la vielle pomegranate juice?
Wearing socks, in case.
Went with laundered pink sweater and brown denim, fierce. Aaargh.
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