And he also served three days in the term of corporate clean money.
As we can see, the bracelet is yellow gold.
It's an easy character.
It's made in England.
There's an imprint on the inside of the box
with a jeweler that sold it in London
at the time that it was purchased in the 1870s.
It's M.R. Streeter hand-cocked company.
Goldsmiths and jewelers to the Royal Family
on Cundewood Street and Bond Street in London.
We don't know the exact jeweler that made it.
But it is English and Victorian.
Beep.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Bella? Hello?
Ben, are you here?
So, the main reason why I've decided to record myself on camera.
It's a nice sound, isn't it, that bid?
The noisiest bid on a farty noisy bid.
Can you imagine what that's like with the daughter
with supersonic hearing?
Although, actually, it's not really a problem.
Not really a problem.
My biggest bid with her is how she talks to me.
And she treats me truly like her subordinate.
I mean, I am like a naughty little child.
And it upsets me so much because, you know,
when I'm not in her presence, I feel like a strong,
independent individual.
And the minute I'm with her, I'm like a blubbering fool
who can't speak or utter or can't string a sentence together.
And my words become warbled and it's really,
and truly, a very, very unnerving experience
being in her presence.
And I mean, I'd love to just break up with her, you know?
I mean, I'd love to just break up with her
and say, look, I cannot continue with this relationship anymore
because it's not doing me any good.
You're like an emotional vampire.
Oh! Bella?
Hello?
Hi. Just hang on one second.
What are you talking to?
Just hang on, hang on.
Okay, I'm coming.
What's wrong?
Hi. Hi, is everything okay?
What are you doing?
Nothing, nothing.
Well, okay, I'm just busy at the moment.
I'm doing something and if you don't mind...
No, no, I'm just, I'm doing this marriage.
Don't worry about it.
How much longer are you going to be here?
I'm not. I'm just bored, isn't it?
Oh, okay.
What do you say?
No, it's alright. It's nice.
It's very nice. Why did you buy that?
I mean, what for?
What do you need it for?
But we've got the other one in the storeroom.
What for?
Oh, I've got that one in the storeroom.
So you want to take this back?
No. Where did you get it from?
Los.
Well, why did you go to Home Depot? We've got an account.
And we've got a store credit there.
So yes, take it back. I think it's better to take it back.
Because if you can't take that one, then give it well back to Home Depot because we've got a store credit.
Okay, okay, okay.
You're the one who goes on and on about finance and things.
Okay, I'll get going.
Okay, bye darling.
Okay, I'll see you later. What time do you be home?
I don't know. I'll get going.
Okay.
I'm just going to take the door. Don't worry.
Did you get the cat stuff or the stuff for the cat?
No. Can you?
Oh my God! Can you hear that car?
It's the most unbelievable thing. I mean, what? Is everyone just a big diffcant?
Okay, bye darling.
Do you need help?
Let me try and...
Let me try and be clear and put my thoughts into perspective.
Okay, so I'm not ready for this now.
Cool UPS.
We've been getting parcels for the wrong person.
Literally for months.
But they won't understand that that person no longer lives here.
So you know what I've started doing?
This is one of my secrets.
I started bringing the parcels into the house and I opened them.
And they're actually quite good.
They're stuff from all the best shops and I keep them and I wear them.
And my husband and child are...
Let me wait for the car to go past, shall I?
Anyway, my husband is constantly accusing me of buying.
Like I've got a buying problem. I'm a compulsive buyer.
And that's apparently a legitimate disease too.
But it's not that at all.
I'm just keeping the UPS parcels that are around.
And I think I'm entitled to.
If they get dropped off and they won't buy the fact that they're not actually for us,
and they won't come and collect them again, then I'm going to keep them.
I don't think it's stealing.
It's not stealing.
It's not stealing.
It's not stealing.
It's not stealing.
It's not stealing.
I decided to do spinning because
most of it's in the dark.
So I chose a bike right in the corner.
And it was all gung-ho, ready to go.
And of course, the instructor has to single me out because I knew.
So she bounced up to me and adjusted the seat and adjusted the pedals, the handlebars.
I just want to make sure you're comfortable.
Anyway, and then she cracked on me because I had the wrong shoes.
So I did the class and actually it wasn't bad, it was quite nice.
And at the very end she came around and handed out these moist little towelettes.
And I thought it was so thoughtful of her, you know, to wipe the sweat from our brow and so on.
And after I finished cleaning my entire face, I realised it was a Clorox wine.
It meant for the bike.
So everyone looked at me like I was completely retarded.
Anyway, I wish you could see our instructor.
She's so thin, so taut.
I mean, everything except her boobs are concave, completely concave, except for these pert little boobs.
I know he's having an affair.
I just know it.
And I'm convinced it's with our friend.
You know, I really, really don't care.
I can kind of sense it because she seems to have changed slightly.
I can't really put my finger on it, but you know how one just knows these things and she's just...
She's changed. I caught a little glance between the two of them.
And I just knew it was so subtle.
But it was...
Hello.
Yes, this is she.
Oh.
Oh.
Hot water.
Budget billing.
Yes.
Yes.
What's that?
Mm-hmm.
Yes.
No.
Mm.
All right.
No.
All right. Thank you. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, right, right, right. Having an affair.
It's such a funny word, isn't it, really?
I mean, the words are so light and frothy and moosey.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
There you go.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
This is the noisiest neighbourhood I have ever lived in, without doubt.
It's not trucks. It's motorbikes.
Or it's people with rap music on so loud that you cannot hear yourself think.
Here I am, talking to a camera,
because everyone else is so bored with hearing about my every woe
and problem and this is wrong and that's not right
and I'm quite bored with myself, actually.
I don't know.
And in go the chicken pieces.
I'm not waiting for it to brown. I just want to turn it in the heat.
Make sure the flour absorbs the baking in and must reduce them as well.
And while I admit there's a time and a place for homemade chicken stock,
right now, all I'm going to do is pour over a cup and a third of boiling water
and that's the chicken stock concentrate.
