On the day:
10/01/2013
On the way:
The Yorkie trotting past the bus stop on its leash in front of her is a mere morsel. (To be clear, Yorkie the Yorkshire terrier, not Yorkie the chocolate bar.) By the looks of things she demolishes more in biscotti with her morning coffee.
She's tall, statuesque even, but her classical proportions are overwhemed by Henry Moore mass. The delicate features of her face are diminished by the folds of flesh that surround them.
Which is fine, if that's her choice. If it makes you happy, Sheryl contributes, it can't be that bad.
But what about the pink princess at her side, her thigh-high magenta mini-me. Whose decision is her sugar-plum shape? Whose indecision?
On the pod:
Deadlines and Commitments - The Killers
On the front page:
Half of all food goes to waste (Metro)
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