Richard Madeley - My Fake Diary

Monday, 27 April 2020

Gosh, so anyway, Judy was out, so I made a start on the Pringles. They are right, once you pop, you just can't stop, can you?

Anyway, as I was saying to my mate, Tony, over the garden fence, we really need a gardener to come in and fix the fence. Tony said it sounded like a good idea, but even though he broke it, he won't pay for it. He expects me to do that for him. Honestly, just because, twenty years ago, I was in everyone's house five times a week, it doesn't mean I am rolling in it, does it? Well, does it?