Yesterday and last night were brilliant. We shopped, J bought me a dress for the evening.
I do not look like this. This is not me. However, Julien Macdonald, who is a notoriously stingy-with-material-designer designed this utterly fitted dress. Utterly fitted. And I have to say that I saw myself in the ladies loos at this fabulous hotel (and they had fabulous loos!) where we were having a gorgeous meal with great people from J's work, and I thought, "You're 35, nearly 36, and you are looking ok." Then I went into the big room again, and J put his arm around me, told me he'd missed me, and that I looked stunning. I believed him! Usually I think "Oh they're just saying that." but yeah, I was there for that!
Anyway, I have to do the notices and I feel like the European snot fountain. Cartainly not as attractive as I felt last night! Laters people.