Readers with long memories, and my mother, will remember that recently we talked ourselves into buying new jeans to wear this autumn. They looked so bad, I barely have the words to explain. The man who sits behind me laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. They were so wide that they’d have fitted easily round my thigh. It goes without saying that a chunky heel was never going to thrill me,…

Source: The Times August 25, 2017 22:52 UTC