Maggie is currently still reposing amidst bedlinen of indeterminate age and make (£5 from a table top sale many moons ago) whilst wearing mismatched bra and pants probably vintage M & S, despite having been told just last week by her 3 year old stylist that one doesn’t wear bra and pants to bed, Nanna, one must wear pyjamas. Her brow is even more furrowed than usual and desperately in need of an application of her exclusive Lacura from Aldi serum because she is visibly conflicted as to what attire to choose for the prestigious local outdoor Proms event she is attending this evening. She wonders if her closing down sale bargain star-spangled Joules wellies will be appropriate with on trend jeggings (Tu) and cosy striped jumper (Boden final reductions circa 2001), and whether she still has those promotional rain ponchos and Minnie Mouse visors picked up at Disney 30 years ago. Having attended a no nonsense Yorkshire girls’ grammar school there is no way on God’s green earth that she will even consider wasting the ticket money by staying home in her not terribly desirable Victorian terrace instead and avoiding the predicted deluge.
Significant rise in both anti-semitism and Islamophobia
What time do you get up and go to bed?



