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It was a particularly hot, muggy day in London and I was exhausted and felt quite gross.
Little did I know that it would be wildly — and I mean that in every sense of the word — different.
He even asked if I could send him a weekly delivery.
I was inundated with requests for shoes, stockings and even underwear, all of which I declined.
Then I had a brainwave and decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and make some money.