This fear may have arisen from an early deep hatred of an outdoorsy female PE teacher (pain is good girls!) that I was convinced was a man for a very long time. In fact it was only the hint of bra under a very daring white polo shirt that assured me. I am certain that hurdling in the rain is dangerous. In fact, I am sure hurdling in itself is dangerous. Or it may come from the fact that I adore fabrics, materials, colours, silk, thread, tailoring, texture, ripples, creases, craftsmanship, light, shadows and on forever. The touch and scritch scritch noise of waterproof material makes my throat and fingertips close. Or it may come from the fact that I love breasts and there is absolutely no way Mrs big n� baggy (SWISS SKI ALPS 1994) is accenting a gentle hint of d�colletage.
I took my puppy out for his first walk today and after a little apprehension he was trotting along, strutting his funky stuff to all the ducks, squirrels and children on their way home from school. He made his debut in his brand new stylish red lead and collar. He then walked to work and showed off to my boss. It really is something to see a 50 year old Mighty Power on her knees in her glamorous pencil skirt rapturously being snogged by a dog.
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