Shiny new jackets

OK, it looked handsome in the flattering bar-style lighting of the Oxford Circus Topshop changing room. I thought it was the one. But I have a feeling that despite initial attraction across a crowded shop floor my new blue jacket and I are incompatible. Something's just not right. We want different things. My jacket wants to itch my neck when I walk in a needy never-forget-you're-wearing-me kind of way. And I want to accidentally lose it but feel too guilty to just dump heartlessly, especially considering it cost me 75 quid. Also, have lost receipt, as you do for all things that you want to return but somehow, inexplicably, never do for things you want to keep - those receipts can hang around in the back of a purse for decades. Anyway, looks like me and the blue jacket are stuck with each other. As long as it doesn't expect fidelity.

The other far more exciting jacket in my life is the jacket of my spanking new reading proof of How To Be Married, my new novel coming out in March. I will get a pic of it up as soon I work out how.

And for those of you interested in such things...the drain is unblocked. But not forgotten.

Best,
Pollyxxx