Jennifer Metcalfe

We'd Holly her oak. Or sommat.

Jennifer looks lovely.

We’d like to take Jennifer for a stroll around the Cotswolds on a windy autumn day, admiring the flora and fauna, as a wee family dog (possibly a Yorkshire Terrier or a pug, pugs are rad) leaves an errant little poop in our path.

Jennifer would give a breezy, effervescent laugh, reach a doggy bag from her purse and clean it up there and then, because that’s the kind of girl she is.

Also she’s well fit and that.

Yeah!