Conker, corset and curve.

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1. Finding a glossy brown conker on the ground.

2. I've lost weight (yay) and now my corset needs adjusting (boo) to avoid scandalising the wedding party. I go to Manuela's Retoucherie and Manuela and her African tailor tut over me. When I explain to him what I want to achieve with the corset. The tailor throws up his hands in horror. 'You women... you women...' He wonders how I will breathe, how I will eat. In my darker moments, I wonder too, but the thought of leaving the house with bare shoulders (bare shoulders!) and a properly secured bust soon chases this away. And the way a corset forces me to sit up and to move very elegantly. Also it is very pleasing to look down and see my bust tucked into a neat little shelf.

3. A pan of apples have been slowly cooking in my oven. Now I pour them into the jelly bag, which is suspended on the legs of a stool over a large bowl. The pulp in the bag makes a beautiful pregnant belly shape, complete with a little drip that looks like a navel.

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  1. KatieThursday, September 21, 2006

    (This is a BT from ages ago that I wrote down but have only just re-found.)

    Heard used in natural conversation, the following:

    'Good Lord, did he really? What a cad and a bounder.'

    It was so nice to know that language like that is not confined to the dusty pages of old books I get from boot fairs!

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  2. AnonymousSaturday, October 07, 2006

    hmmm...

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