![What not to wear.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItWPr2bS8oAWQomKCbQYWW2b9wmcB_vIWtwPPzAplIleJR9DQM-BsB2D6-anUt9jj2x9gAy3e7GztVXECqPv0i-qJLel36m2Z0zXQTzoh7upxjd6aIx0uZjWCBvJCcic6wlQy/s400/Chloe+Cocktail+Dress.jpg)
You can tell she likes it by the way she's sticking out her tongue at the camera. And that vibrant red should make it a lot easier for Amelie to charge at her.
But anyhoo, the good news is that having spent twenty-four hours taking antihistamines and applying eye ointment, I now look less like the Elephant Man and more like Paddy Ashdown. By this afternoon I should be the spit of Stephen Fry, and when I walk into work tomorrow morning I'll be back to my old self and able to look diabetics in the eye without feeling like a hypocrite. Needless to say, that's the last time I borrow Amelie's sun cream.
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