Arty Antonia was busy loving her children unconditionally, as one does, and working through some issues (one who wants to be homeless and a younger one who probably does too), when, in her time of need of support, her man buggered off. So she's going it alone. Well, she has before and she's good and strong and totally wonderful and I think she needs a cupcake. (Rooting for you, Rolls).
The Botox has still made no marked improvement to my lovely visage. I now have a black eye and bruises on my forehead that even Mr Smith pointed out. This was after he and the Apprentice had stopped laughing at me ... loudly. I was going to cry but it's only day two and it takes 4 days to work so maybe, just maybe, something less colourful will appear soon.
Lots of people came to the art exhibition and admired my paintings. They really did admire my pictures loudly, above all others, not even knowing they were by me which was jolly nice. But they didn't buy them. The thing ends today and Mr Smith is saving me the humiliation of my lack of sales by collecting them for me, then everyone can think he bought them.
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Thanks Mrs Smith, you are lovely. And yes, one of your famous cup cakes would sort things out nicely.
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