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wholesome!”
    Abby smiled sweetly “Name two?”
    “Erm…Renée Zellweger!”
    “OK. Name another.”
    “…Er…oh I don’t know their names…but there must be loads!” I deliberately avoided looking at either of them. I didn’t need to see it; I could just imagine Abby’s smug ‘told you so’ and Juju’s ‘poor Becky’ faces. I really don’t care what Abigail says. Just because ‘glamour’ is her middle name it doesn’t mean that all females should follow suit. Just because she gets her tits done and her lips plumped and her forehead Botoxed…it doesn’t follow that we all have to! And whilst she may well have men…wealthy, gorgeous men…falling at her feet, she never stayed with any of them long enough for him to ever discover if she had any real substance or not. So how could she really ever know if her charms and ‘skills’ were really enough to keep a man from straying. Simple. She couldn’t. And as for Julia! Hah! She’s hardly qualified to even comment on, let alone give any advice regarding the opposite sex, having only ever seriously dated  one man! Sebastian. And whilst she has been engaged three times…all three times were to said one man! Having cancelled two weddings citing “ need to experience life a little more before settling down ” as a reason and then once embarrassingly free of engagement, directly runs straight back into heartbroken Seb’s open arms citing “ I just can’t live without him ,” as a reason. No. I don’t think Julia is at all qualified to give any relationship advice. They are my best friends and I love them both dearly. But sometimes…like this time…they really do get on my very last nerve!
    “Oh god,” I pretended to yawn, “I suppose I’d better get ready for work tomorrow.”
    Julia looked shocked. “You’re not going to work tomorrow are you?! Not after what’s happened. You should take the day off. Call in sick.”
    “Of course I’m going in to work tomorrow! Gwendolyn is just looking for a reason to fire me and trust me that is the last thing I need to happen right now!” They both nodded in agreement. Having both met my bitch of a boss Gwendolyn; they both knew she wasn’t to be trifled with. I started passing them their shoes, coats and bags, and ushering them both toward the door.
    Abby gave me a cuddle and kiss on the cheek. “Would you like me to stay with you tonight darling?”
    Gawd no! “No thanks Abby. I’ll manage.” Glad to be shot of them both! I stood at the door and waved them off down the stairs then breathed an enormous sigh of relief.
    “Don’t forget to set your alarm!” Julia called back up the stairs.

C hapter Two
     
    I forgot to set the alarm.
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety fuck!” I darted around the apartment looking for my shoes, jacket and handbag. I was most definitely going to be late. And Gwendolyn was most definitely going to fire me. I couldn’t find my work shoes so shoved my feet into my Joseph strappy, high heeled party shoes, knowing I would painfully regret it later. My handbag had gone AWOL so I just grabbed my purse, keys and mobile and ran out the apartment with no jacket. I tottered as fast as I could, which given the height of these heels was admittedly not very fast, down Kensington High Street to the station, and squeezed myself into the already overcrowded carriage, ignoring the scolding tuts from other passengers, who obviously blamed me for their abruptly having even less space, just as the train was about to pull out. Once on the train I began to relax. I was going to be late but it was Thursday. So it was OK. Gwendolyn never arrived before noon on a Thursday. Phew!
    I tottered along leisurely through Knightsbridge station heading toward the exit, enjoying the smoochy jazz melody being played on a saxophone by one of the resident buskers. He was good. Very good. I wondered how someone so clearly talented had ended up busking for pittance on the London underground, albeit in the one