The second book could be all about Cooper the 50% cat’s pooey revenge.
Yes, it’s vomit inducing!
Pooey revenge sounds a bit like projectile vomiting though. I thought St Jack was not in favour of that sort of malarkey (however entertaining the kind might find it).
Ahh so 'work' for her is when she's got 'thinks to think'... Bloody hell she must work every waking hour (and some sleeping hours too)! Get the girl a holiday! Oh but she'd work through that too wouldn't she?
She hasn’t a clue what “work” actually means for the rest of us - and, for that matter, her recent ex Louisa.
Timed conference calls, written reports, deadlines, beauty parades, pitches, dealing with clients, multiple levels of levels to senior management, actual real day-to-day stuff which involves actual effort rather than faffing about on SM all day. She hasn’t a clue what work means.