I am taking my grey roots to be dealt with. I might try a before and after photo. I might not as, whilst I don't mind looking a frightful old bat in the before, I would weep uncontrollably if I still looked an old bat afterwards. These things are not cheap you know and I was thinking of getting my nails done, though those unsmiling Thai people get me down a bit. They have nasty tanks of piranhas in the back and a snooty manner that makes me feel fat and dirty even if I am having a thin day and am straight from the bath.
The Good Evans are coming to dinner. It is ages since I saw Unpresuming Ed and Sensible Alison. I am going to cook an amazing Cordon Bleu dinner .... I hope.
THE MENU
Silly little filo parcels filled with prawns and salmon decorated with dill to look poncey.
Fillet Steaks with some rather tricky sauce, potato dauphinois and oh I dunno whatever is rotting in the fridge.
Damson crumble with cream or fresh pineapple
Stinky cheese.
It is heaven without the boys. They have been gone for a whole hour; it feels like heaven.
Annabel
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