Not the woman I'd like to be

I must be lacking in sex appeal.

There were council-workmen out opposite our house cutting down bits of trees. I went across and asked them, 'Please, Mr Lumberjacks, will you come and cut down a tree for me?'

'Yuurrh, for a price.'

But they forgot to come and give me a price in the end. I obviously didn't flutter my eyelashes enough.

Or maybe with my similarity to Gilberto Gil, they thought I could do it myself.

I have tidied the study today. So now I have no excuse not to work tomorrow.