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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.

There Are Moments In Life That The White-chocolate Magnum Ice Cream Was Invented For, And This Is One Of Them.

It’s The Way He Had A Cup Of Tea Waiting For Me When I Woke Up. It’s The Way He Turned On His Laptop Especially For Me To Look Up All My Internet Horoscopes And Helped Me Choose The Best One. He Knows All The Crappy, Embarrassing Bits About Me That I Normally Try To Hide From Any Man For As Long As Possible… And He Loves Me Anyway.

Visiting Any Shop For The First Time Is Exciting. There's Always That Buzz As You Push Open The Door; That Hope; That Belief - That This Is Going To Be The Shop Of All Shops, Which Will Bring You Everything You Ever Wanted, At Magically Low Prices.

Ok. Don't Panic. Don't Panic. It's Only A Visa Bill. It's A Piece Of Paper; A Few Numbers. I Mean, Just How Scary Can A Few Numbers Be?