So far I’ve only come up with three ideas (having discarded novelist, catalogue model and bar maid), they are as follows;
1 – Alcoholic
2 – Trophy Wife
3 – Both.
I think I need to discount no. 1 and 3 primarily because Ihave no desire for drink prior to the sun disappearing over the yard arm.
Trophy wife however, may be worthy of some consideration. I’ve spent today having a bit of a practice. My body has now been stripped of all extraneous hair, I am immac’d, buffed and polished to a tee.
I arose at crack of dawn and cycled 12 miles, after a light lunch of hummous and carrot sticks and a cup of cafetiere coffee, I walked the 5 minutes to my local pool and swam 30 lengths. Arriving home i washed and conditioned my hair. Thereafter a spot of sunbathing on the blacony whilst reading the paper – so’s I would have some current events to discuss with the Boyf upon his arrival home).
I’m now sitting down after preparing tonights dinner, soon I join the Boyf for a cheeky aperitif down the local, but not before a final touch up of lip gloss and a spritz of expensive perfume…because in the life of a Trophy Wife that is my job.
Oh lordy I am bored…
