This is the third weekend in a row where I’ve been sat here starving for 2 days. Saturday morning comes, I turn right out the house to go to Somerfields for food, lottery and the papers I walk around the aisles in distain. There’s never any food. If I could just turn left then I could go to the fab bakers and Deli, even the Sainsburys, in Herne Hill.
I’ve had more Laydee training. Lisa came around and enhanced my roots. While I was sitting there thinking how marvellous it was to have both hands free for red wine and fags (and football on in the background), she was marvelling about how close to coffee and cake this was. She did a cracking job and I forgot to tip her.
Obviously, I’ve still got a very long way to go yet. Although I now complete novice duties, making sure that I have clean hair and cleanly shaven legs when I see her (it’s a bit like having a geezer, except she notices), I have obvious trouble with one of the basics….shopping.
She’d bought another pair of winter boots. To my untrained eye, they look like 3 other pairs of her boots but I am soon corrected and given a cat walk demonstration of calf hugging leather. And, they do look good. She had nearly bought a dress too. Again, not understanding, I remind her she that she is still to wear the last dress she bought. I went too far again by asking when she would next need to wear a dress out. We compromise, she will buy one, but will wait for an occasion.
4 comments:
The art of distinguishing between different pairs of boots is indeed a fine on. ;)
Will I ever learn to spell???
ok so if YOU don't know how to be a laydee but you still managed to totally sort my wedding make-up, where does that place ME in total lack of laydee skillz?
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