So I wasn't going out, a cold, a trip the next morning. I made myself a new white lycra mini dress, then a glass of wine and Nasir and Paulie are dressing me up all stupid. It was so funny.
Terry De Havilland the shoe master made me a pair of red snakeskin boots. My feet now lead me into trouble.
When I got home my wig wouldn't come off and bobby pins were flying all over the landing. The next day Dinx (my house mate) had made a collage on the table. Hint hint I think.