Tidying
Tall Tom is due to come to my flat for supper tomorrow for the first time since our first date. Inevitably, this evening has been mostly spent folding, tidying, baking and other general domesticity (I realise this probably counts as false advertising but hey).
So having wasted lots of time on all this stuff he probably won’t notice (he is a bloke, after all), I now have left myself not much time for the thing he will notice. The outfit. Or the cleavage thereof.
Rats.
I’m off to throw my clothes over the floor and try to find the perfect solution. This is when I need Cat to live round the corner as my wardrobe advisor.
