So I finally got round to having a conversation with my friend K to check how things were going with her & D and baby T. All is well. K asked me whether I knew that bra cups went up to H size. No. No I did not. And, anyway, that sounds like the kind of lingerie that needs to be contracted out to a building company.
Spooky.
No wonder some babies shy away from breast feeding.
Anyway, the whole point of writing this is to tell you that towards the end of our conversation D came home.
K squealed in excitement, "Chips! You got chips!"
And then her voice reached an even more feverish pitch when she saw what else he'd brought in with him:
"And metho!"
Aaah. That healthy country lifestyle.
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Actually, the metho turned out to be linseed oil. Disappointing.
HBB, you might have pointed out that I don't actually wear an H cup - pity really. There goes a lucrative new career in the pubs of Kal.
I wouldn't know! I'm not some kind of perv who goes round checking out my friends/s' cleavage/s. I only do that to strangers.
Cor.
So I guess those photos I just had taken would be of no use to you then?
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