Until an hour or ago I'd have said Yes, and my DH is like the man in a Wendy Cope poem who says that any outfit is fine if saying it isn't means looking at 4 others.
But we're off on holiday on Monday so I'm wearing old clothes while better ones are packed. 'That's a very nice skirt,' says DH of an old denim number, 'are you taking it on holiday?' Old denim skirt now in washing machine, nice new jeans removed from case... Then considering tops to wear in the evening I spotted a ten-year-old cream and navy one that DH always liked and put it in at the expense of a much newer one that I consider more flattering. Sentimental? Moi?
Why doesn't Starmer hold another referendum?
