Dear Frankie,
Was awake at 5am this morning. (Too much birthday cake?) So I did what anyone just into her 45th year would do (my favourite record speed by the way) - I bought a blusher online.
Clearly there are a multitude of things I need - a car that works, a hall carpet that is not threadbare, a cooker that works. Anyway. Some bird in the Guardian would exclaim 'It's the Nars blusher' whenever she bumped into a friend, so used was she to being asked what was different about her.
Apparently "it makes every woman look better, giving all skintones a sexy flush of peachy pink'.
And the name dear reader, of said blusher range? Orgasm.
Basically if you look like you have had a good seeing to, people think you look great.
Blusher = £21.
Sex = Sod all.
I'm in the wrong business.
Read that as you will.
Lub you.
Dobson x
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