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Saturday, 12 February 2011


... after a nail-biting examination of my dress, I am pleased to report that I managed to trudge through the pouring rain after the party, and, even after substantial amounts of fizz and one misguided cocktail (you can't make a Cosmo with rum instead of vodka, as it turns out), I managed to hold my dress up and not get a single stain or splash-mark on it.

Even when pissed I have one instinctive thought:  protect the dress, at all costs.

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