I've kinda had one of those weeks where the gods of retail therapy and parking shine down upon me.
So Tuesday, I was meeting a buddy for coffee, I was running a little late, and as I drove (I know, I know... call me environmental) to West Hampstead, I saw a parking spot right outside the coffee shop (independent, of course). What are the chances of that?
Had a fab time catching up, and then on the way home, stopped in a charity shop in West End Lane to look at the books, and discovered Bergdorff Blondes for £2. It was begging for me to buy it (not sure I would have spent £10). It's a like great, lazy gossip of a read. And it's clearly begging to be a movie, although it has the weakest of old-fashioned romance plots. But it's the journey, right?
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