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Mr Andre's charms are not for everyone (swoon). I managed to buy a special tan removing towelette this morning at Fenwicks. I am pale and interesting once more. That au pair must go.


Now for a spot of retail therapy to ensure that I have all the right gear for tonight in Battersea Park. If I collapse, those big burley men will carry me off on a stretcher no doubt (swoon). I shall let you know how I get on.

dearest DM

i was there this morning, caked in mud (and possibly in cockapoo poo) so tenacious that not even the rain would wash it away, trying my derndest to impress neil of the tight bum. i did plenty of sweating and groaning, i did. (etc etc) and my only question is: where the H were YOU??

xxxxx

shosh

Darling Shosh,


I am at work! I shall be in Battersea Park tonight. So, I should bring my yoga mat should I? I shall ring the au pair and get her to meet me there.


How did you know it was cockapoo poo? It could have been a labradoodle! Was the instructor dishy dear chum? Did he make your heart race?


And sweet Moos,


You don't really feel that my serf is trying to exact revenge do you? I shall have her walk to Battersea from my capacious West Dulwich home with my yoga mat. That'll learn her (stamps foot)!

Michael darling! Thank God you are here... Sweep me up in your big manly arms and carry me to the nearest private healthcare emporium... I couldn't bear it for those handsome men to see how very exhausted I am.


Mr Wolf, I could be hallucinating, but I have no idea what you are talking about (faint).

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