She's getting ready to go out. Never bothers to ask if I mind. Trying on outfits she is, each one slightly more stupid than the last. I have tried giving her a look but what's the point? Doesn't bother me, so long as I don't have to be seen out with her.
Anyway, the football's on the radio. Come on you 'ammers.
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