We didn't win Euro millions, but nor did anyone else. It's now something like £166 million. Yup, I could do with that. I will buy a ticket this time.... of my own. The Apprentice kindly bought me a ticket but if I won I'd have to give it all to him or we might never speak again. Oh the evils of wealth.
The student did some film work last night. Amazing. Well, I don't know if he was actually working as a cameraman or just hanging about the set looking spare but, whatever it was, he did it all night. Well done him; I am proud mother of a hanger-on..
The Apprentice wants to buy a barn in France. Sorry, barn is far too grand a word. I think it's probably a pile of hay bales. Anyway, it's in the wrong part of France where absolutely nobody goes, ever - Normandy. Not even the French go there which is why it has become a British enclave where nobody speaks French and they all get ripped off by the locals who see les rostbifs as a good way to supplement their incomes through taxes various. Roof tax - but we don't have a roof. His friend has lost money hand over fist in this game so he should be warned but the friend is the one suggesting this marvellous investment. Admittedly he now has a very beautiful barn conversion but it took all his money and nobody would ever ever want to buy it as it is in the middle of a field, kilometres from anywhere. I say Non. He says I am tres negative.
Off to make cupcakes with Arty Antonia's daughter, Alexia, today. I am quite excited. I have packed my entire kitchen in my car.
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