Mum enters the family room and I recoil. 'Ugh! Mum! How could you!'
'It's our family day, Polly, dear. I'm wearing my lucky golf shorts.'
'Those legs should not be seen in public! Oh! How embarrassing!' I cover my eyes shielding against the assault of mum's white legs under cotton tartan shorts. At least she wears a white T-shirt; better than nothing. Matches the legs, I guess.

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