Spent a frustrating hour and a half on Friday trying to find a dress for RG's brother's wedding next Saturday - yippee! thought I, the first wedding I've been to for years where I haven't been either pregnant or breastfeeding, I can have an Actual Posh Frock!
After trekking round most of the High Street with SSP obligingly asleep in the pushchair, I
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