Saturday evening out. Yay.
Oh, legs aren’t waxed.
Fine, jeans it is then.
They hardly fit now. Remember?
Ugh. Never mind. I’ll borrow the husband’s black jumper and that will cover everything.
Ah, so casual look then?
Yep, not washing my hair. I’ll slick it back and wear pink lipstick. It’s anyway rainy and muggy outside.
Great.
*20 minutes before departure*
Can I borrow your black jumper?
Sure. But I packed it away at the beginning of summer. You’re welcome to fetch it.
Don’t you keep some jumpers to wear in the summer?
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Well I can’t get it. K’s sleeping in that room.
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Right. So all I’ve got is a faded black t-shirt to wear this evening. Hmmmm….
Dry shampoo! Yes! At least that.
Ugh. Ridhima’s talcum in greasy hair idea from 15 years ago worked better than this shampoo with 15k reviews.
No time now.
Okay not inclined to wear nice shoes or bag in this rain.
Your pink lipstick doesn’t go with that red bag and multicoloured shoes.
Fine! Red then.
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Ugh, none of this is working.
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Who gives a shit!
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Well, the self esteem will take a hit when I hit Soho.
Maybe it won’t. You are not 25 anymore.
Yeah, even so. I should have at least washed my hair.
You have failed to make a decision on a diffuser. It’s been six months.
I know. Thanks.
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Maybe I should have stayed home and watched Succession.
SHUT UP.
Fine. I’ll have a margarita.
Fuchsia 