Although I have finally found a chap, I still feel so alone, unloved and frustrated. Especially the latter!
I mean, my latest pash, Hamish is a nice boy. Almost the man of my dreams really. But I do feel he takes me for granted sometimes! And he's really got his feet under the table! Or rather my bed!
I mean, my latest pash, Hamish is a nice boy. Almost the man of my dreams really. But I do feel he takes me for granted sometimes! And he's really got his feet under the table! Or rather my bed!
But without me in it!
Mrs Slagg advises me to take loads of cold showers! Can't feel any effect, I have to say!
Hamish and I could sneak off to Mama and Papa's bed, while she is passed out, and Papa has rehearsals. But Lord Posh and Mary are always hogging it!
While his snooty new girlfriend sits on our (new) sofa, wondering why he's taking so long to get a drink of water!
AND I don't like the way Hamish looks at her!
Papa doesn't like him being so pally with Mama either!
I feel this romance is doomed! Sob!
I feel this romance is doomed! Sob!
And when I do get on Mama's bed, Hamish never comes! He's too busy watching Top Gear! Oh, how I long for a real man - like Jeremy Clarkson or James May or someone.........