Yesterday, I found a spot to keep all my jewelry which was kept helter skelter in various drawers. It sounds as if I am daily bedecked with jewels, but the truth is I wear very little of it, especially the necklaces. I like them, but they end up making me too hot and I tear them off after an hour.
It's all worthless except for a couple of bracelets and rings.
I had leftovers, so when we went to Sam and Sarah's for dinner, I took two bracelets with me and offered them to the three-year-old Sally.
She said: "I don't want them. I have my own." She strutted away.
Someone's been reading too much OLIVIA.
If I had an extra iPad to offer her, she'd take it hands down. That babe is way out of my league.