I know you will all think me completely mad as I do myself; yesterday I had Botox. Well, I am fed up of looking in the mirror and seeing my mother staring back at me. I like being me but I would like a few less lines on my forehead. What's it like? It's a bit like a few angry bees landing on on your face for a stinging contest. It is very expensive. So far I can see absolutely no difference whatsoever except a small bruise and a slight lump under one of the stings and a small red spot beside my left eye. Apparently it takes a few days to take effect. Of course I am absolutely obsessed with my reflection and have to check it every three minutes. I still seem to have full movement of all scowl and frown muscles with every crater and crevice still horribly visible. I'll keep you posted - hourly bulletins.
Last night Mr Smith and I went to visit our friend Andrea who was doing her thing at a charity Christmas fair. As those sort of things go it wasn't bad. Mr Smith bought me some earrings for Christmas and I bought a beautiful glass dollop for the seaside.
Today, I am refereeing at the bunfight as hundreds of people come to admire and buy my paintings. In reality I will sit lonely as a cloud in a room full of awful art waiting for Mr Smith to come and rescue me. I'll take the crossword ... and my mirror.
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