Alfie Porsche had a closer than recommended encounter with a lamp-post today. It's not really bad, hardly noticeable in fact. It might even wash off ...
The question is: are England playing rugby this weekend and, if so, are they likely to win? The answers may determine when I tell Husband about the teeny tiny mark on his pride and joy.
It's the fault of the Germans really. They shouldn't have built such a wide car. Yes, that's it; it's not my fault at all.
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Will I ever learn?
I often ask myself this question making me suspect that the answer is 'no'.
In this instance it's perfume. I was waiting in the chemists for a prescription and they had lots of new perfumes on sale, and, of course, each had a tester. I wasn't tempted by Kylie or Celine but then sniffed a couple that seemed fresh and flowery. I squirted one on my left hand and one on my right.
Within three minutes I had realised my mistake. All the good perfumes were invented a long time ago.
But why is it that when I spray - cover - myself in perfume that I love and want to smell of, the scent disappears before I've left the house, while a sample that I rapidly loathe stays with me for hours in spite of numerous washings?