14 APRIL 2007, Page 12

WEDNESDAY

Couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. Decided that embarrassing myself was actually less painful than not knowing what was going on with Kill Mil. Half-expected door to be locked, but it wasn’t. Walked in totally unprepared for the sight that greeted me. James was sitting with his feet up on the table reading What Car? magazine and Poppy was sucking frappe latte through a straw while browsing Tatler. Not a wall chart in sight...