Hello! Beautiful Baps!
Roast Chicken. Creamy and browney. Tray into Mother. "Not now Ang". Plate now lonely and ovened.Hot Rhubarb Crumble. Reddy and purpley. Served with Vanilla Ice Cream. Clotted Cream One. Massive inch overload. Will fast tomorrow on account of vanity and heart concerns:)
Great New Lipstick. FIRECRACKER. Oh my God it's gorgeous and nothing lifts a woman more than a new lipstick. Although there was this man once who lifted me above the headboard but that was a long time ago and I probably wore Destiny Mauve then.
Firecracker....It is the lippy I've been searching for since 1974.
(Complements my green eyes too!)
I hope Essex boy Ali Carter stages a miraculous comeback against the evil O'Sullivan. Unlikely though seeing as Ronnie is potting balls like the clappers. Still a girl can dream:)
By the way I've lost some of the spongey hooks on my new corset.
There one minute, gorn the next.
Hope they didn't drop down in a car park.
Possible pork chop tomorrow.
3 comments:
Corset in the car park whatever next!!
No wonder you blew off some hooks with all that scrumptous food you cook
Terry will you stop? PLEASE!
Now toddle orf to Sharm El Sheik or wherever the place is where rich folk go.
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