In Praise of Old Technology: the Flannel Petticoat
Flannel petticoats, where have you been all my life? Last winter I made myself a flannel petticoat. I can’t remember why – it was just one of those sudden certainties that seize upon me (like the Dishonour Cow). I just knew that I needed a flannel petticoat, eftsoons. (2. (now archaic), soon after.) And how …
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