I met my mother-in-law at the Van Gogh exhibition at the RA - (Is it Van Goff or Van Go or, if you are Dutch, Van Gurghkhhhh?) Despite Mr Smith assuring me otherwise, it wasn't too crowded and we were able to see more than the backs of people's heads. I managed to be wrongly dressed in a flimsy little mac on the coldest day of the year. In fact I have been wrongly dressed every day this week - I need a dresser to give me the order of the day, perhaps Mr Smith could oblige? Actually, he's the sort of chap to promote a bikini in the snow.
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