With our dresses primped and our spats spatsed, it's time to think about leaving!! But before heading out onto the town, it's important to line the stomach against the possibility (remote!) of alcohol consumption. While Sarah does press-up after press-up, I create a zesty plate of braised fennel and truffles (got to eat like the working man! got to eat like the working man! got to eat like the working man!)! My top tip is to avoid cooking in the clothes you're going out in - nothing says "working man" to the movers and shakers of London like a rogue splish of eucalyptus oil on the epaulette!
6:37 pm
After all our preparations and building anticipation, it's nearly time to leave! I'm bubbling over with excitement! I'm so excited I might just fucking die! I won't, though. Don't worry! Ha ha!!
6:46 pm
Just as we're on the threshold, disaster strikes! Sarah points out that I have... a label showing. After just seventeen short panic attacks, however, all is rectified at the last minute when my indentured man, Sverge, sews me a completely new suit. It's good to be able to think on your feet in a crisis like that! Strong of heart, we head out into London society!
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