I eventually made some quite good cupcakes ... for Georgie, the Apprentice's old schoolfriend, for her birthday. The darling Apprentice rang to say he would be late to Georgie's party so could I please drive over to her house, deliver the cupcakes and some clean clothes for him. And do you know what? I solemnly did. And I had just vowed to stop mothering the boy. Oh how pathetic am I? Secretly, I wanted to show off my cakes. I was then SO SO SO good. With everyone asking me to stay, I said no because I had to go home and cook Mr Smith's dinner. He wasn't a bit appreciative and couldn't inmagine why I would want to spend my evening with a load of fab hip people all drinking champagne and having fun rather than at his ugly mug scowling like Gordon Brown at Nick Clegg's decision to join the Conservatives.
Tomorrow I am definitely going to the seaside. On my own.
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