Yesterday I went to the make up counter at John Lewis (wedding pending) to get my eyes done by the lady on the Clarins counter (Leicester branch she is lovely been there years). While I was perched on the stool being done a gentleman came along and started to join in our conversation about my eyes (lovely apparently!! ) and the lady thought we were together so she kept asking his opinion. He chatted and smiled at me and then asked for some moisturiser- 'a metrosexual' I said giggling playfully, shameless hussy. The lady twigged we weren't together and went all apologetic served him and he went on his merry way. I have to ask myself when will I stop this unseemly behaviour- the answer is apparently probably never - are you a flirt or do you have more decorum than me?
Have any of you got all electric cars? Pros and cons please.
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