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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Can’t stop…


We’re down to our last TV – my mother’s old Sony, so French son is whisking me off to Taunton to suss what’s available and buy sweaters for his missus (we can do something right over here.) I haven’t been for months so it’s a treat and I can stock up with make-up – unavailable here – Lancombe please note. Oops just checked the spelling and I had forgotten I’d changed to Clinique. Sun’s on high but it’s fresh. What to wear? Bye!