Goodness. It's Wednesday morning already - about 6:50 a.m. Where did the time go? Ironing? Rearranging the same set of clothes? Washing the same piece of underwear?
Do you think maybe the unnamed (as yet) airline has guessed its name by now and has decided to retrieve my ONE LITTLE BAG THAT IT PROMISED WOULD BE HERE YESTERDAY from Irkust?
Doubt it. But, with stiff upper lip, I say poppycock.
Instead, I'm making tea and sorting out this formal wear "decoration" thing.
Here's the latest.
http://www.debretts.co.uk/etiquette/wearing_orders.html
Good luck. Send me pictures of your own decorations.
(Did you know that in a pinch, a small towel on short, wet hair doubles as a comb?)