Despite the chilly breeze out there and thanks to an invite to a Kew SS11 collection preview, I have been gazing at Spring and Summer clothes this morning. As I had no one to look after little L, she accompanied me on my trip to the West End.
Once we arrived at Kew, I sat her down with a book and a croissant, and she just sat there, nibbling at her pastry and cheerfully greeting all passers-by. ‘If I knew the next one would turn out exactly like her,’ I jokingly said to the lovely PR lady, ‘I’d have another one.’
Now there is a thought. Could this be the end of The End of Broodiness?