Ovid seen with Young Missy entering the Tate Modern, both top-to-tail Dolce & Gabbana, including a matching pair of gold sports shoes

Venus in Paris and now Young Missy in London. Ovid is up to something. Circe texted me with
the sighting. Now she’s not the most reliable reporter of men’s behaviour. A bit biased, I’d say.
But in this case, the matching gold Dolce & Gabbanas did it for me. I was there when Young
Missy bought those. She’d have been really happy to do the twin thing with those shoes. Shiny, she’d say. (And yes, I’m pretty sure she saw Firefly.)

There was all that misunderstanding about Scylla and Glaucus, Ovid got it wrong. Circe swears
it. I’m not at all sure that she didn’t cast on Ovid that day when she saw him near the Tate. I
didn’t, her hand to her heart. If that’s right, then whatever Ovid and Young Missy are up to is
still a secret. I’m going to have to ask her about it, I suppose. I don’t like secrets. And I do have a report to write. Shit. I still haven’t told you about the SadCats. Another time.