I have a rule about not wearing plaid or check in summer. But it’s a wet and windy day where I am, so it might as well be November, which is when I tend to rock the lumberjack look.
Sir, I write in haste and with some little secrecy; located as I am upon a straw paillasse within the boathouse. I unexpectedly found myself in the presence of a disrobed maid. I have yet to provide an explanation which might quell the ire of Lady B___.
