Written last night, I’m not going mad, honest. This really does make sense in context.
Jana had managed to get her trousers on. She’d come over to put her arms around me and watch the three strange figures before us. “They must be, I don’t know, Twiggy and Pebbles’ relatives.”
“Aye, lass, I guess we are. I take it you’ve given the boys good homes?”
“I have. I think he abuses his bush.”
“Hey! I do not abuse my bush. We just don’t get on very well.”
Well, more sense, anyway.
And I’ve described what she’s wearing variously as trouser, khakis and combats. I think they’re each acceptable, but is there a preferred name for lady trousers?
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