Having not been to London for a while I forget how much I love COS. If my credit card wasn’t still recovering from Cape Town, I’d be entering some delivery address details – pronto!
Deep down I’m a romantic, and over the years (okay, just one or two years), I’ve had some fairly good Valentine’s Days. In fact I even met a long-term boyfriend at a singles V-day party.
But yesterday did not turn into a silver lining kind of a day. The low-point was finding a note under my windscreen wiper (“Ooooo, look, a secret admirer has left me a declaration!”), from someone who had bumped into my car while parking (goodbye wing mirror). Someone in a huge, white 4 x 4; someone whose huge, white 4 x 4 has a beeping monitor thing to help them avoid colliding with objects; and someone whose note directed me to their husband’s PA (“she’ll deal with it”).
And so it went from there … to a party in the right dress, in the right venue, with the right friends, but with the wrong crowd. Entirely.
Luckily I woke up today and it was 15 February and I had Ferrero Rocher for breakfast.