Taken On The Way To The Fishmongers
What Katie Wore | (5)
Alas, I'm not off to gwan git mi dagger on pon de Carnival - Katie's enfeebled metabolism is not quite recovered sufficiently to handle a dangerous cocktail of Red Stripe, Guinness Punch and dried oregano. Instead, I took the little scruffbag for a walk in Victoria Park, followed by an early Sunday lunch and then a trip to the fishmongers - I'm cooking up sea bass and clams later. If my 19-year-old self could see me now, he'd probably punch me in the face.
Katie's been in dishabille all day - my crumpled Hackett plus fours, a granny crocheted cardie from French ...