I am on my own. This is heaven. Mr Smith has golf all weekend and the Apprentice is working. I am off to enjoy an indulgent bit of retail exercise. I was going to do that in the week but never got a chance so I will pull on some greying shreddies and go to Selfridges in search of new underwear. Then Marylebone Lane can expect my presence.
Yesterday, Andrea and I painted and ate cupcakes and laughed a great deal and talked about stupid stuff and I showed her how to compose a painting and how to paint a painting. Applying the theory of Do what I say rather than do what I do, I was quite surprised by how clever I sounded. You'd have thought the Mona Lisa would have appeared at the end of this rather than a picture of one little cupcake.
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