I'm turning over a new leaf, fashion-wise. I mean, Country Casuals and Jaeger just aren't what they used to be, so I'll be getting Rhiannon from Hull to be designing next season's holiday wear for me. I'm sure she'll be able to run up something practical and stylish for me in time for the next London Fashion Week, which I can also take to the static caravan in Tal-y-Bont. I mean, Rhiannon sounds like a Welsh name, so she should know what she's doing.Anyway, I'm never going to Fuerteventura again, not with this cold I've come back with. It wouldn't be so bad, but they just put cups of hot milk in front of you with a tea bag floating in it and expect you to drink it. It's no wonder you come back ill. Plus it's 30 degrees in October, which is just bloody ridiculous. Never again. I don't suppose you're going anywhere for half-term. Why don't you go to Hackney Wick and put up JJ's shelves? What do you mean, sod off?
