And that’s not to say that I don’t actually love doing housework-I do. But sometimes life is just too short and cleaning just too dangerous. All those evil liquids, I always end up with bleach marks on my fave T-shirt...
Oh the glammer!
No, I’m not in Paris enjoying the tantrums and hedonism of fashion week, I have missed out on the Oscars and I don’t even know which island Prince Harry and his blue suede shoes are dancing on. I am in ESSEX....
Hmmm for the first time in my life I have absolutely nothing to say. My brain is in meltdown, it’s as blank as a cotton wool and cloud sandwich topped with snow- and its all Madonna’s fault!
Well OK, maybe not personally...