“Ten,” I demanded.
“f**k you Dulce. Seven and six. That’s it.”
I heard what he said, but taxis were an extravagance as far as I was concerned. And although I couldn’t walk all the way to Edgeware, I could get part way on shank’s. Having walked a mile or so, and chanced a short cut or two I came across a second hand shop, and there in the window hung a dress I fell in love with. I had my eight pounds ten shillings in my purse, and the beauty I gazed at was four pounds seventeen and sixpence. I deemed it perfect for shall we say entertaining, if not for the local amenities. Impulsive as ever I bought it.
Three shops further on I splashed out again; sexy underwear, make-up and perfume. Not because I wanted to attract anyone, more because I wanted to just be attractive. Shortly after I hail
