Hi Tattlers
So Cawwee, Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum and I all went to the vinyard to celebrate my success. I'm like a best wine did you know? I just get better with age. Glóby has now made national headlines in the Telegraph Stella magazine. It's definitely going to win product of the year decade now. Depop Dee has been filling up scrapbook after scrapbook with all my awards and fan mail. I'm such a happy little pea. Cawwee says I'm a little ray of pitch black. But why stop there? I've decided Ali's no longer allowed a separate office now. It's going to be a shrine. Dedicated to me.
Now I've made it in the big league, I no longer want to be the leader of the pack. I'm a lone wolf. If I wanted to be surrounded by witches I'd get a dog. Of course there's always going to be haters. Frow needs a loyalty check. She can go to Italy as many times as she wants, but she'll never be Italian or cultured like me. And as for Louise Thompson, she's entitled to her incorrect opinion. Sage is all the rage. She's so shawt her hair smells like feet. I hope she took notes on my step by step shower routine and then she can have luscious hair just like me, without having to spend 500 notes on that overpriced erm thingy-ma-jig. Who even wants to style their hair with something renown for picking up dirt anyway?
You've probably all seen that the beehive is underway. I was sceptical at first I must admit, but I agreed on two conditions. Firstly that, Ali paints the bees' stripes sage. Yellow isn't really my aesthetic you see. Secondly that, Ali buys me a Hermès bag. There's a 'me' in Hermès, not a Vic or a Amelia or a Leonie, so I don't see why they should have one and not ME. My husband actually had the audacity to say no to both and asked if I was crazy. Crazy people don't know they are crazy. I know I'm crazy therefore I can not be crazy. Anyway, being a dick won't make yours any bigger Ali! But then I realised that the bee keeping will actually provide a good distraction for Depop Dee to Depop all of Ali's belongings so I CAN finally afford my very own Hermès. I'm not as stoopy as I look after all.
All this plotting is ever so tiresome. I've got to go for my seventh nap of the day now. My Doctor told me a lay in a week is way better than any 3 step Clinique. I didn't need a mum after all. Did you know that rabbits jump and they live for 8 years? Dogs run and they live for 15 years. Tortoises do nothing and live for 150 years. So who's the smart slothy now? Maybe I do need to do even less and hire a third personal assistant...to you know glitter over all the bitter. I feel sorry for all those pretentious witches that are jealous of me. It must be exhausting keeping up all those fake appearances and stressing about all the tit they can't control.
Love Lydia (Who is always happy. Period. Just not when I'm on my period. Or pre-period. Or ever.)