I know, right? I think Viki thought I meant to hoik them up to her chin, much as I tried to explain otherwise. You should've seen the sheer panic!

Mind you, I wouldn't really know where to take her in New York; we would've stayed at Macys, I suppose. Here we'd be over to Rigby & Peller's like a shot - good enough for my mum and the Queen, good enough for anyone. Still, it begs the question: is a male internet friend really the person to take you to get your tits assayed? (Not that I would ever have put it quite like that in person, you understand.) Answers on a postcard.

It's a shame you were out of town. Maybe next time?