Didn’t want to be too posh (pub), didn’t want to be too plain (stripes are my trademark), didn’t want to be too skimpy (despite heat it wouldn’t have been appropriate), but equally didn’t want to overdress (the heat – I sweat something terrible and don’t try and flatter me by saying ‘don’t I mean perspire?’: NO. I am seriously considering whether somewhere in the recesses of my family history there wasn’t a non-urban-legend Catherine the Great style relationship).
Eventually I settled on a halter-neck white summer cotton dress with red flowers on it along with red and white striped socks – no it wasn’t a subtle way of supporting Eng-ur-land. And I took a small cardi as well to avoid looking like that lad’s mum in the advert where she’s getting ready to go out in a strappy dress and her offers her a cardi to cover up but she turns him down saying ‘it’s dirty’ and so he washes it rather than have her embarrass him [am sure J.J. could confirm that no teenage boy would ever do this].
Still, I guess with the countdown being for a