So at last, with slightly sore little spindly fingers (after way too much hat sewing action and hand puncture injury) I went to the ball...well Ascot really.
I began the day with a light breakfast...
Well kind of... does liquid count..?!
And ended it sober as a judge and as spinsterly as Miss Marple ...
Mmm. Lovely cup of Earl Grey....!
With my twenty quid winnings I skipped (ok... more a post-heel trauma limp...) home!
La Fin!
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