La Belle cantered in to collect a case of Noilly Prat (in precisely the right shaped bottles) and happily delivered to me by mistake.
She had lavender socks and matching baseball boots on, and we were too busy laughing for me to ask if she had dyed them herself.
I wondered where in deepest Hackney she had fallen upon them, for she is too busy too go much further afield than her studio.
Perhaps these things just migrate in her direction.
She has after all, the most Illustrious Genes!
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