Lines, Wrinkles and Lies - an apology

I Lied...I'm going back to Milan for a bit of the other. Not for a man but for me. It's poison? No more than the air I breathe in central London, the rather too many units I consume every week. No more than the depression I get when I look in the mirror every day. It's expensive? No more than the new clutch and gear chain on my rapidly ageing car.Put me in the stocks and throw the cabbages.I'll post pics of before and after to give you all a laugh. I don't want to look like Goldie Hawn, I just want to look like a very slightly happier me. I'm considering it therapeutic.

I'm still joining that gym...