I'm staying with Wilf again this weekend as Mother's booked the house for a Mazola party, I haven't a clue what this entails exactly but all I know is that she required several bags of washing soda to clear up after the last one. We went out after work to a shopping centre near his flat called, rather stupidly 'Gangsters' Mall' - to make light of the area's reputation no doubt! Wilf's keen for me to change my image somewhat so steered me in the direction of trendy shops such as River Island and H&M but I wasn't comfortable in either as everything was too short, tight, wispy or just plain awful so it was with a glad heart that I managed to drag him into good old M&S. Although he's aware that I'm a huge fan of their knitwear and was admiring a selection of pastel coloured turtle necks, he insisted that I try on a canary yellow double breasted short jacket in Per Una. Now I'm all for change but Per Una is too racy for my personality. I did allow him upstairs to the lingerie section and made a concession to him with my choice of spotty bra and brief set.
After two long hours shopping plus a huge queue trying to leave the car park we grabbed a Chinese takeway and returned to the flat. He tried to get me to try on the new bra and knicker set but I wasn't having it and stated that I'd wear it but not without the additional layer of a towelling bathrobe to cover my modesty. I also sat on the opposite end of the sofa from him and am eyeing him up carefully as I type, lest he make a sudden lunge.
Sometimes it's difficult to maintain this frosty demeanour.
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