After seemingly endless days of packing – three Mulberry cases for me, one knackered rucksack in its dotage for Napoleon – the boy and I are abandoning our corporate hamster wheels and succumbing to wanderlust.
There’s a clue to our holiday destination in the vintage picture above.
I shall return here – loquacious as ever and excited for the international fashion weeks – in tens days. You’re all invited. Bright eyes and bushy tails will be the dress code.
I’ll see you then, x