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IT'S happened to me four times in as many months. A fellow mother sidles up in the playground. 'Are you free next Thursday? I'm having a few friends over for a girls' night in. ' 'Sounds great,' I reply.
'Oh good,' she trills. 'By the way, it's a Pampered Chef party. But you don't have to buy anything, just come along and have a laugh.' For the uninitiated, this means that in return for turning up and eating a few tortilla chips, I'll be expected to listen to a sales pitch. And, inevitably, I'll find myself in possession of a vol-au-vent shaper or some other almost entirely useless item that I had felt morally obliged to buy.See the full content of this document
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Fleece Your Friends Parties ; Public Enemy Lifelines
These so-called 'girls' nights in' are in fact opportunities for enter...
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