It was whilst reading the blog of my gorgeous friend, MitziclutterfromtheGutter, that I came up with the idea of placing a lonely heart's ad on the community noticeboard at Morrisons.
Despite retaining my fastidious loathing of the working classes, I felt it was high time to get what on the scene is known as some "rough trade". I vowed to boldly go where no upper-class lady has gone before. I meekly presented my typewritten personal ad to Customer Services, having waded through a sea of blue-rinsed, comb-over wildebeests.
Despite retaining my fastidious loathing of the working classes, I felt it was high time to get what on the scene is known as some "rough trade". I vowed to boldly go where no upper-class lady has gone before. I meekly presented my typewritten personal ad to Customer Services, having waded through a sea of blue-rinsed, comb-over wildebeests.
I then scuttled off home and got Cook to make me breakfast. Pondering what I had done, I sat slurping my Egg Nog and Bacon (spirits such as brandy or rum or bourbon are often added; can't choose which? Do as I do, and add all three!), whilst waiting nervously for the first love-letter to come through my letterbox.
