Good Morning everyone.
So there I was, hanging outside the ladies dressing rooms in Harrods, which is ancient Egyptian for RIP OFF, holding Heidi’s bag and waiting to tell her that her bottom did indeed look tiny in the dress she was trying on. I hate shopping as I have expressed before and standing outside that dressing room I moved shopping up to the number three spot of things I hate to do after dancing and wearing boxers.
Why were we there then I hear you ask?………………..two words……………..Queen Victoria.
Friday night started off well with a nice dinner of fresh scallops and prawns which Heidi cooked in a Wok while I did nothing except watch TV. After dinner I settled down for a night watching soccer on TV when I heard Heidi shout from the bedroom in that voice that women can automatically switch on when they want something, “Can you come here please? I need you.”………………What was wrong, had she hurt herself, was she in pain? I ran (ok, walked quickly) to the bedroom to find her sitting on the bed starring at the walk in closet. She looked at me with those Cocker Spaniel Eyes and said “I have nothing to wear for the Queen Victoria naming ceremony , Prince Charles and his wife will be there and so will George Hamilton……………I can’t go.”
