Good morning, my lovely little box,

Once I have mastered all your ins and outs,discovered the treasures you are still hiding from me,the magic that is waiting for me when I finally say yes, I know you well, my little friend,you have so much to offer and I want it all,that's when I will feel on the top of my little world. Finally had the time last night to go through the newspapers I have accumulated since my return.Ms Platell,shame on you.How unkind of you comparing the ASOS online fashion empire founder's PA, with whom he had set up home after his divorce,to a Ford Fiesta,when at home he had an Aston Martin. Botox and trout like lips do not make for a happy content home,Ms Platell. And you should know that better than any-one.You have had enhancements that we know of, and I am sure plenty more you have not written about. And where are you now? The mirrors keep you company. No doubt what you see in them makes you happy. But the time will come, when you become a very,very old Ford Fiesta,Ms Platell, and there will not be even a magic mirror to tell you otherwise. That said,I wouldn't worry too much about the PA,give it a year or two and you will not recognize her-hips augmented,hair dyed blond,lips even bigger than Janine's, and when the day comes and Mr Robertson begins to wonder what happened to the homely girl he fell in love with,he will part with another chunk of his fortune. But every-one to his own. And there are more important things in the world to worry about than the lives of the rich.