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I Can Do This, I Tell Myself Firmly. I Can Be Attracted To Him. It's Just A Matter Of Self Control And Possibly Also Getting Very Drunk. So I Lift My Glass And Take Several Huge Gulps. I Can Feel The Bubbles Surging Into My Head, Singing Happily "i'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife! I'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife!" And When I Look Back At Tarquin, He Already Looks A Bit More Attractive. Alcohol Is Obviously Going To Be The Key To Our Marital Status.

I'm Never Going To Believe A Poirot Mystery Again. Never. All Those Witnesses Going, "yes, I Remember It Was 3:06 P.m. Exactly, Because I Glanced At The Clock As I Reached For The Sugar Tongs, And Lady Favisham Was Quite Clearly Sitting On The Right-hand Side Of The Fireplace." Bollocks. They Have No Idea Where Lady Favisham Was, They Just Don't Want To Admit It In Front Of Poirot. I'm Amazed He Gets Anywhere.

Okay. Now My Skin Is Really Prickling. I've Read All The Harry Potter Books, All Five Of Them. I Don't Remember Any Half-blood Prince. "what's This?" Trying To Sound Casual, I Point At The Ad, "what's Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince?" "that's The Latest Book," Garth The Other Trainee, Says. "it Came Out Ages Ago." I Can't Help Gasping. "there's A Sixth Harry Potter?" "there's A Seventh Out Soon!" Diana Steps Forward Eagerly. "and Guess What Happens At The End Of Book Six-" "shh!" Exclaims Nicole, The Other Nurse. "don't Tell Her!

I'm A Great Fan Of Taking My Laptop Out And About.

Relationships Are A Battle. They Are A Chess Game. And What Did I Do? I Just Threw All My Chess Pieces Down On The Board At Once, And Said, "here! Have Them All!