The Garden Fairy get's poshed up

"Tart yourself up girl, we's going into Truro!" quoth I.

"You'd better," sayeth she, "Coz you've got an optician's appointment."

She can brush up quite tidily when given a few days advance warning. I was my usual suave, suede, svelte self. :-))

PS, Nice little frocks and pumps are absolutely useless in Truro, the cobble stones would break your toes in seconds. So I wore chinos.