....is a phrase often repeated by aunties but never adequately explained. I doubt whether you'll get any sense out of them at all if you confront them with this.
This is an interesting development in cutesie bits-missing couture. You know, I think I'd want the elbows intact, as a sort of minimum standard in a winter coat, to prevent unwelcome gusts. But then that's just my rigidly conservative attitude to clothing: Topshop, I'm sure, feel a little more confident in their menu of winter attire, because they've priced this merry little amuse-bouche at a hundred bloody quid.
I once had my car vandalised by a mindless thug, and even that bastard didn't leave an invoice under the wiper blade. Tsk.
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