Pass me the Bryant and May - I'm going in.
Consigning this to the flames is the only sacrifice which appeases Cellulitus, the God of Needlessly Accentuated Thighs and Unforgiving Horizontal Stripes. Humanely euthanased, a dignified end to a life of knitted hell is the kindest thing we could have done.
£25, Miss Selfridge.
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