You know that blissed-out Bisto Kid expression in the old adverts? Broad smile, pink cheeks, eyes closed so as not to be distracted from the matter — make that the gravy — in hand? That’s what I looked like when, last week, I put on my old shearling coat for the first time this winter. I am not sure if it is the teddy-bear factor, but there is something about shearling that brings out my inner child. Nope, it’s not gravy that makes me transcendentally happy — unless…

Source: The Times November 01, 2016 17:03 UTC