Ahhhh loz.
We live in a teeny tiny house.
Our car is second hand, small (big enough for my wheelchair, that's all we need).
I don't have any money.
I'm not an influencer.
In your eyes I'm a loser.
But yesterday we booked our wedding.
I'm marrying the man I fell in love with at school in 1981.
My friends, mum and daughter are delighted.
(not a single photo will be filtered. Ones with multiple chins might be quietly deleted
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I know. I am sure you're ashamed of me.
Would it help if I asked you for styling advice? I know you're an expert with that sort of thing.
Maybe you would help me find some footwear?
Thanks hun, you bewful gel.