Fumblingly, shaking with excitement, I struggled to pull up my tracksuit trousers, half praying, half whispering: Wait, Lawrence. BNCB
This time Leonora was allowed only a short session with Emma before Penry returned, damp about the head, but clean again in navy guernsey and tracksuit trousers, his bare feet in ancient espadrilles. BNCB
Leonora watched numbly as Penry, who had now added the navy guernsey to his tracksuit trousers, made the bed with a swiftness and dexterity any ward sister would have approved. BNCB