Asking for it When I was ten, I bought a falconry glove at a jumble sale. It was far too big for me but I loved it. I wore it all day every day. I thought it made me look really cool. Like a king. Or a spy. Or Snoopy. It did not make me look cool. And it made picking up Jelly Tots very difficult indeed. Thank God large birds of prey did not start landing on my arm. That would have been terrifying, but the way I was dressed, I would have been asking for it.
