In a bid to look a bit femme fatale I have taken up wearing very red lipstick (think Jenny Eclair or Snow White) with uncomfortable high heels. The result is something along the lines of a drunk tart. Oh well, I tried.
Off to the dentist today. I'd rather give birth but receeding gums are not pretty so needs must. Hair tomorrow. Is there no end to my self improvement? It's not as though Mr Smith even notices but then I don't suppose "Your teeth look magnificent" is on my top ten list of most sought after compliments. "Your arse looks much smaller" is the one I'm really striving for and, on that note, I'm off to swim it into better shape.
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