This morning I had a terrible headache from too many alcoholic bubbles. Oopps.
Found myself re-reading that letter from P that I've been carrying around in my pink ruched clutchbag for the last six months. I can't help thinking that one day I'll finally understand it.
I did what I always do, and ate a large cream cake at lunchtime.WITH CHOCOLATE DRIZZLES.
Went in the petshop on the way home. There is a white kitten there , and I know I'm not allowed pets in the flat, but maybe I could buy it a big pink and gold silk bow and smuggle it in under my vintage Prada coat. Could I?
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