I asked my DD's opinion of a dress I had wanted for a while and finally bought; she circled me, and announced 'Well - the front looks ok'. My own DM was priceless in that respect; 'Don't fuss, I've seen people even fatter than you wearing trousers'. At that time I was nineteen, and a size ten, weighing eight stone.
(Oh if only....)
Wes Streeting announces we have 1,000 days to prepare for war.
What job would you do now, if you had the choice? (Light hearted)



