The loo seat at the seaside is broken. Actually, it is now non existent as the useless plumber simply took it away rather than fix anything which makes things extremely uncomfortable, especially for us ladies who have to remain seated during the entire performance. I have searched high and low for the correct fixing and now, in desperation, have downloaded something from the internet. Well, it should arrive today or tomorrow then I can go back to the sea, in the snow, and weep o'er the bowl as yet another seat doesn't fit. Mr Smith is praying I get it fixed as he is so bored of hearing about it.
Tonight I am being taken out for dinner by a very attractive man, although he is bringing along six other people. I shall simply blot them out of my vision and stare at him all evening. Actually, if I'm being critical he has crooked teeth which is definitely detrimental to his otherwise beautiful visage. He's still better looking than James Bond. Sadly, this is all irrelevant as he is a big boss with big money for whom I am working next week. Will reveal all in my next.
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