Aunty London

One day I was meeting Aunty London for lunch, great friend of The Aunties and an aunty in her own right. It was bloody freezing, so I left my woollies on. Red bobbly cardy, purple striped woolen hat. You get the look. Unloved and really couldn’t care. And then a vision entered the Harvest cafe! Aunty London is fabulous! And I told her so. She said she was having a clothes issue, one I may not understand. I looked at myself. It was bad. However it wasn’t me she was... Read More