""And the princess went shopping and then went shopping again, spent many happy evenings in her flat with her mates giggling and eating choccies, never ironed a shirt or tended a man-flu patient, grew fat and didn't care, enjoyed very much finding her toilet seat down, filled her wardrobe with a hundred pairs of nice shoes, had six fluffy cats, and kept well away from people with willies, and she too lived happily ever after...""

or at least until she had a heart attack at 47, and popped her clogs, after which ten strong men and a forklift saw her to her rest.

She might have stayed slimmer and lived longer doing some ironing!

Don T.