I suddenly and desperately needed a pee, but as the garden was full of yet more very posh people I couldn’t run to the nearest bush so I had to run into the house. Unfortunately, there was a queue for the loo so I ran upstairs hoping to find another one, which I thought I had, but then I must have blacked out. When I came round some time later I found myself leaning against the wall inside a wardrobe surrounded by soaking wet ladies’ shoes!
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