Way back in about the 14th century, he got promoted and we were preparing for our F1RST hooley/party in the Sergeant’s Mess. All the men in No.1 Dress Uniform. All the women in evening gowns.

OMG. I was hot to trot in black velvet crepe (almost backless) and 4 inch high heels.

Freaking Gorgeous Babe.

Then I caught sight of myself in a full length mirror and saw Morticia Addams.

Quick change. Different hairstyle. No lippysticky. Much less black kohl round the eyeballs

Maybe this is why women take so long to get ready for an evening out?