To finance my latest, lusthave item I had to find a job on the side
I fancied that gardening would do:
So I picked out my most British outfit as the British have the best gardens in the world.
Eh, doesn't make sense, right?
I first felt like a snob touching the broom.
However, I must have been a witch in a past life so I started to have fun in it.
I felt a narcissistic connection to the garden: we both like to be taken care of...
I flirted a bit with the newspaper guy who gave me a Vogue for free (don't tell door no 26!)
But he had to go to work...
Hence, I went for some table tennis:
Ok, more table than tennis...
Then there was nothing more to do than pose in the greenhouse:
Practicing my best duckface...
Somehow, I wasn't asked to return for the job...