'Where's my invitation ... that's what I want to know', Helen called round to see me this morning not best pleased that she didn't receive an invite to this week's weeking of the year, namely that of Mr. and Mrs. Liz Hurley.
'That's the last time she's covering Chic', Helen continued as she busied herself around my kitchen making coffee and cutting up a cheesecake that she had brought with her.
A lazy day all round. Helen and I popped into Covent Garden and browsed around the stalls, there was a great Tenor busking and we stopped and listened to him for a while.
Following a light lunch at Hamburger Nation we went to be pampered at the Soho House Hotel.
'Bet Liz Hurley will be stuffing her botoxed face with Wedding cake by now' .... Helen can't let this one go, 'She's starved herself for weeks to get into that Versace number, a size 14 hiding under the surface with that one!'
Helen came back and we shared a bottle of wine and a tub of Hagen Dazs cookies and cream.
Helen found an old copy of Hello and saw Liz on the cover, 'Very good cosmetic work, you can barely tell'.
For goodness sake Helen give it a break!
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