A suburban tale of glamour, and tiny legs, many of them, and yappy sounds, and white hair on bespoke armchairs.
I think, but I am not 100% sure, that I heard her scream “mush, mush! Mush for fuck sake!”
But I may be mistaken. It could be the aul tinnitus (I may have overdone the bashing along to For Those About to Rock on Finn’s drum kit this morning before going to work…)