Saturday, November 13, 2004

Cobbler, almonds and waiters.

1. I got my boots re-lined and reheeled and they are now so comfortable I hardly realise I'm wearing them.

2. Ameretti because I always imagine they taste romantically like cyanide.

3. Italian waiters who turn on the charm.
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