we are bad people

We've just been reassured by our Dutch friend that she is fine, which is nice as we didn't even realise she'd come over to London. But that's not why we're bad people. It's not even because our second reaction after shock on Thursday was to start cracking jokes about rental values and abbreviations and we don't have a clear definition of terrorist versus freedom fighter or rebel or whatever approved term is used for many of the same actions. No, the reason we're bad people is that without knowing, Mr McMuffin and I had dressed the same yesterday in tan trousers and a light turqoise top. I know you're shocked at our public admission of this perversion, this unnatural crime against humanity, but sometimes you just have to face up to what you are.