As I'm going into Pic-a-Flic, I have to make way for a gentleman who is emerging from the shop. He's rather memorable, being clad in - and I'm not making this up - an olive-green tweed suit with plus-four cuffed trousers and matching socks. All this is topped with a clerical collar.
He looks like he's strolled out of a 1920s/1930s British novel, I'm thinking P.G. Wodehouse, or G.K. Chesterton - probably the former, as the collar looks more Anglican than Catholic, but what would I know?
I discreetly keep my thoughts to myself: I don't think we're in Hades anymore, Toto...
I Am So, So Sorry: 6 C-Section Cakes People Actually Ate
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I want you to know, minions, that this post is not my idea/fault. *I*
didn't make it Cesarean Section Day, mmkay? And *I* didn't
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