I don't recall giving Lynda Carter a key to
my home, but when I got back from the shops the
other day, there she was, reclining on my settee. I'm
not one to let an opportunity go to waste, so I got her
to rustle me up a bacon buttie and a cup of tea. She
had the same, as I'm not a stingy host. Y'see?
Proof that I know how to treat a woman!
