Into the shop, I headed directly to the fridge for my standard of skimmed. Moving to the queue, the Professor Sprout being served was in much too much of a flighty, circumspect quiver, to look up for polite acknowledgements.
And through my Monday morning daze, I see and I understand.
A purchase to explain the 'ruddy complexion', and to pop the illusion of 'outdoor type'.
First day of term. She'll need it later.