Tonight I have two places to be: somewhere I agreed to go to ages ago; and somewhere I want to be.  I agreed to go to a ‘girls’ night out’, starting at Harvey Nics with a dear friend who’s organised cocktails and a make-over by a new friend of hers, who makes-up the stars; then on for more cocktails at some swanky Knightsbridge bar, which will be ( Read more... )

If it were proper snow, it would be worth it: stuff that paints the world bright white, so you when you pull back curtains you can’t help but have your face lit up with gladness; thick enough for making snowballs, and wavy-armed, angels; and best of all, sliding down the heath on poly bags or tin trays (I have a deluxe toboggan in my mother’s loft ( Read more... )