I am seized with an angry resentment against the conventions of twenty years ago, which wrapped up my comely adolescent body in woollen combinations, black cashmere stockings, “liberty” bodice, dark stockinette knickers, flannel petticoat and often, in addition, a long-sleeved, high-necked, knitted woollen “spencer”.

Corrine parks in shadows in a corner of the parking lot and proceeds to put all the seats down to make the wagon a shagging wagon, for sure.

I know you do twoprov with your EmotiStyle partner, Molly Austin.

I had some food left over after the party.