Tired of looking at yourself in the same old clothes?
Me too. London was freezing cold and I wore the same clothes ad infinitum.
The little summer dress I had packed never saw the light of day; nor did I really.
Thank God for the Connaught, they have Burberry trench coats hanging in the wardrobes for inclement weather.
No Goldilocks histrionics, it was just my size. The lobby looked like a P.I.'s convention, all that was missing were Polonium tipped umbrellas and rolled up copies of The Times.
I worked that coat down to its boney seams last week, the good thing is, having been able to wear it on a trial run I have finally decided that trench coats are just not for me, they are too corporate, too buttoned up, too redolent of school uniform, too ubiquitous.
Every year I try one on at Burberry and swither hither and thither, no more, non!
Still in my same old same olds, black vest top, black jeans, ballet pumps by day, and these shoes by night - finally worn for the second time!
Not even the legendary potentates, Faux Fuchsia and Janet could bring out the sun...
so at Balthazar, we found warmth elsewhere.
FF is every bit is wonderful as you might expect, she goes all the way up to eleven but you all knew that.
I was a bit nervous so I only took three pics, I don't have one of Janet, but she is the embodiment of grace.
I do love London, Dr Johnson said 'when a man tires of London, he tires of life.' Thankfully, I'm not there yet. Certainly not when an invite from an old friend to grab a coffee at the testosterone soaked halls of the Houses of Parliament came my way.
This is where photography became verboten, David Cameron might have been having a bad hair day - I couldn't possibly comment.
I did some window shopping for you.
Wendy that's your outfit on the left, Dani, yours is on the right.
This is mine all mine.
Oscar de la Renta
'Some folk may think meat is murder, but it tastes good.' I love a traditional butcher's shop, probably because mum left me in my Silver Cross pram outside one when I was a baby, she got home and thought, pork chops, link sausages... there's something missing... baby! I had been taken through to the back and was having a rare old time. I buy my own meat from my local butcher whose shop has been serving our area for 120 years - it must be the pig's blood that keeps him alive and so youthful.
I even thought about moving back but for this money I could buy two castles in Scotland, raise a standing army and have some spends left over. Not that I have 'this money"
£10 million pounds to live above a shop, it beggars belief, doesn't it?
Lobster and duck eggs with Bearnaise sauce - breakfast of Poseidon.
My favourite Itsu take out - lunch of Aphrodite
Shame I couldn't fit this Chinoiserie masterpiece into my suitcase.
You win some you lose some in life.