“Lily darling have you seen the Sunday supplement?”
“No Jeff, wasn’t it in the paper?
“I’ve checked and it’s just not there, apparently there was a saucy article in it about that singer Tiffany Dior being caught in the act with some blonde woman.”
“Hang on… oh no Scampy you bad dog!” Lily appeared from the kitchen holding a badly chewed periodical, “do you still want it?”
“What all shredded and covered in dog slobber?”
Lily went back into the kitchen and glanced at the mirror as she passed, I’m probably worrying too much, that picture in the magazine was very blurred.